LYKICS OF THE 



U M P Q U A 



BY 



HENRY H. WOODWARD 




NEW YORK 
JOHN B. ALDEN, PUBLISHER 

1889 






Copyright, 1889, 

BY 

HENRY H. WOODWARD. 



RESPECTFULLY DEDICATED 

TO THE 

PIONEERS AND VETERANS 

OF THE 

N. W. COAST, U. S. OF A. 



CONTENTS, 



To Columbia, 1 

The Wandering Boy. A Tale of Two Scouts, - - 2 

Beseeching God for (iuidance, - - - - 4 

Paraphrase of Psalm XIL, ----- 5 

To My Friend Geo. Dove, Esq., - - - - 6 

Bryant, - - - - - - - 7 

A True Home, - - - - - - 7 

The Dying Child, 8 

Israelitish Acrostic, . . - - . 10 

Psalm XXXV. A Paraphrase, - - - - 10 

Song, .-...-. 13 

Reliance on God's Promise, ----- 14 

An Appeal to God, . . _ . - 15 

Mutations of the Earth's Surface, - - - - 16 

Mount Etna. An Ode, . - - . - 18 

Apostrophe to the Ocean, - - - - - 21 

The Song of the Modern Sewing-girl. Tune, Washing Day, 27 

Woman's Love, .--... 28 

Lines Written on the Death of Two Children (.f a Friend, 29 

Ode to Solomon's Song, - - - - - 30 

Acrostic, .-.-.-. 31 

The Gilded Dome, 31 

The Cotter's Home. A Contrast, - . . 33 
Lines Addressed to Capt. W.W. Kiddle, Late of the White 

Star Line Steamer " Celtic," - - - 30 

Sea Song, ------- 37 

Creation the Work of God, . .... 38 

Lines Written in a Lady's Album, . » . 40 

Dulce et Decor lun est pro Patria Mori, - - 41 



vi CONTENTS, 

Unseen Power. An Apostrophe, . » . 40 

Ode on Contentment, - - - - - 4t5 

Idyllic Ode, 47 

Contemplation. An Indian's Soliloquy, - - - 49 

Ode. Jealousy, ------ 51 

The Village Band, 52 

De Mortuis Nil Nisi Bonum, - . - - 54 

The Precejjts of the Holy Law, - - - - 56 

Acrostic, -..--- 57 

The Advantages of a Country Life, - - - - 58 

The Libertine, -.---. 61 

Memorial Ode, ------ 64 

To Indian War Veterans, - . . . 60 

The Veteran's Reply, ------ 67 

The Divinity of Nature, ----- 68 

In Memoriam, ------ 71 

The Lilies of the Field, 73 

Ode. The Pioneers of the N. W. Coast, - - - 74 

To the Rainbow, ------ 77 

Address to the Deity, - - - - - 77 

Ode to Jerusalem, - . - . . 78 

The Recording of the Oral Law, - - - - 79 

Song. Israelitish, . - - - , gO 

An Eulogy, ------- 81 

Conquiescat in Pace, ----- 82 

The Departed Year, 83 

Song, -.-.-.- 84 

Acrostic. Marriage, -----■• 85 

The Homeless Girl, .... - 85 

A Panegyric, ------- 87 

Ode. On the Admission of California, - - 89 

To Roseburgh, Oregon, - - - - - 90 

In Memoriam, ------ 92 

Lines, -------- 93 

Requiescat in Pace, - - . . - 94 

Acrostic, -----.. 95 

Martial Music, ..---. 96 



CONTENTS. vii 

The Rescue, .------ 98 

Zeuxia. A Picture with a Moral, - - - 100 

Episodes of the Mariner's Life, - . . . 102 

An Epopee. Life on the Frontier, - - - 106 

Songs, -------- i08 

On Death. A Soliloquy, .... 109 

Lines Addressed to William Wake, Esq., - - - 110 

Low Ash, ------- 111 

Bible Blessings, 112 

Song, 113 

Happiness, - - - - - - - 114 

A Reverie, - - - - - - 115 

Reason versus Bigotry, - - - - - 115 

Hindoo Mythology, - • - - - 119 
Hymns, .-..'-- 121-191 



LYRICS OF THE UMPQUA. 



TO COLUMBIA. 

Hail to thee, Freedom's great resting-place, 

Harbor of sweet refuge for men of every race ! 

Thou knowest no color, thou askest not man's creed, 

And the oppressed thou ever help'st in need. 

Descendants of an heroic race now till thy richly soil, 

And who of that right them ever dare despoil .? 

From every point thy standard high is reared, 

"Tis lov'd by thy true sons, and by all despots feared. 

They fear the example thou hast set to man, 

For by intelligence he can a document plan 

Whereby his right to property, liberty and life 

Can be to him secured, defying autocratic strife. 

Thy friends in foreign lands respect thy goodly name, 

Especially in yonder isle from whence the Pilgrims 

came. 
So hail to thee, proud child of nation's mother so dear. 
Thrice hail to thee, fair land, a land without a peer ! 



LYRICS OF THE UMPQUA. 

THE WANDERING BOY. 

(a tale of two scouts.) 

Before the morning's sun had brightly shone, 

Two scouts from the whites' encampment rose 

To search for the route the redmen had gone ; 

They were armed cap-a-pie for deadly foes. 

The twain ranged o'er rough mountain s side, 

And peered o'er precipices' craggy steep ; 

Into rocky canons they closely spied 

Where foaming cataracts high did leap ; 

They mark'd tracks on a dim Indian trail, 

Yet they saw no grim warriors near. 

At last the foot-prints began to fail, 

When in dense woods they silently steer. 

At last they saw a dim-like form 

Swiftly running thro' the underbrush. 

They made ready their guns for ambush storm, 

And darting forward made a rush. 

Soon the quarry was brought to bay, 

When lo ! behold, 'twas an Indian boy 

Who had been roaming many a day. 

He was dejected, in tatter'd rags, and coy. 

He trembled with fear like an aspen leaf, 

And pearly tears fell thick and fast ; 

They ask'd him where was his chief. 



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When towards the canon his eyes he cast. 

He'd escaped away from friends afar 

One misty morn, at break of day, 

When the whites and Indians were at war, 

From camp (but where he would not say). 

They cheered him as best they knew that morn. 

His form was bony, weak and gaunt, 

Of food his budget was entirely shorn, 

And his tender bosom with grief did pant. 

The scouts, in his own language, said 

That they intended him no harm ; 

The feeble boy lifted his drooping head, 

And soon did vanish his dire alarm. 

They took him gently by the hand. 

And fed him well with nourishing food, 

Yet still he'd sigh for his native land 

Away yonder, near the merry greenwood. 

Anon they took him o'er mount and dale. 

To *'Umpqua's " hospitable land, 

And there to the ''Agent " told this tale, 

*'That the boy had wandered from the band. 



LYRICS OF THE UMPQUA. 

BESEECHING GOD FOR GUIDANCE. 

Lord, keep me from superstitious fear, 
That dread of harm when none is near ; 
It often lurks in the mind of sinful man ; 

let me the gulf of darkness span. 
Enrich my mind with sacred things of light, 
So that my actions may be guided right ; 
Inspire me with counsel from thy throne. 
And elevate my soul to a higher zone ; 

Let not vain thoughts ever o'er me steal, 
But my wounded spirit do thou heal ; 
Awake or sleeping in Thee I e'er confide. 
Throughout my life a due course to guide. 

1 pray root out the vain desires I crave, 
That I ne'er become dark passion's slave ; 
Give me force of will my anger to control. 
And keep invidious envy from my soul ; 
Steer me from false pride's domineering way, 
So that covetous cravings can ne'er gain sway ; 
Instil into my. heart the course I need 

To keep me from avarice and sordid greed ; 
Grant me fortitude against adversity dread, 
To meet it with firm heart, also with a clear head. 
And ever look to Thee when occur changes new, 
And at thy foot-stool for every favor sue. 



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By rectitude of conduct may I find friends ! 

On such our worldly happiness depends ; 

Let no spiteful malice occupy my mind's domain, 

And the demon of jealousy fetter with an iron chain. 

O let my spirit feel Thou art ever near 

To shield me from difficulties round me here ! 

Guide Thou my thoughts beyond the things of sense, 

And for friendly kindness I should give recompense. 

Then, when my mortal coil of life is run, 

Let my spirit rest beyond the sun 1 



PARAPHRASE OF PSALM XIL 

Help, Lord ! the godly man ceaseth who lov'd Thee, to 

adore, 
The faithful fail among thy children sore ; 
Every one with his neighbor doth vanity speak, 
With flattering lips and double heart they sneak. 
The Lord shall cut off all lips that flatter. 
And the tongue that speaketh proudly matter. 
Who have said '' With our tongue we will prevail ; 
Our lips are our own — who is lord o'er this vale ? " 
''For the oppression of the poor, for the sighing of the 

needy. 
Now will I arise,'' saith the Lord, '' right speedy." 



LYRICS OF THE UMPQUA. 

The Lords words are pure as the silver tried 
In a furnace of earth, seven times purified, 
Thou shalt keep them, and shalt them hoard 
From this generation forever, O Lord ! 
On every side the wicked walk, 
When the vilest men exalted stalk. 



TO MY FRIEND GEO. DOVE, ESQ. 

Old friend, this day I truly write 

A few lines of my friendly feeling ; 
Tis many years since I did thee sight. 

Yet in my vision thy form is stealing. 

May you happy be is my sincere hope 

(I know you are good, also kind and true) ; 

Tho' Fm on Pacific's far-off slope, 

Thy heart to me is clear as morning's drop of dew, 

Thy firm friendship to me I'll ne'er forget 

While life lasts in this mortal frame, 
Tho' we're both nearing to life's sunset, 

Yet ril cherish and remember thy good name. 

Thou wert loved and honored in the Bark, 

And thy name is symbolic of Peace and Love ; 

Should my future life be either bright or dark, 

I shall ever think of thee as — friend '' George Dove.' 



I.YRICS OF THE UMPQUA. 

BRYANT. 

Patriarch of poesy, thy voice is heard no more, 

Friends whom thow didst love now sigh in vain. 
For thou art singing on a happier shore. 

Thy sacred songs in a heavenly strain. 
Thou hast left us ''Thanatopsis," and there we find 
Samples of thy goodness and genius of mind. 
No praise thou need'st from humble pen of man, 

No bpbble of fame can stir a vein of pride ; 
Thou Hved st long past the Script's indited span. 

And trusted to thy God to be thy saving guide. 
And ''where rolls the Oregon that hears no sound 
Save its own dashing," thy inspired tomes are found 



A TRUE HOME. 

O MAN, where is thy truest home ? 

The place which thou lovest best ? 
Wherever thou dost choose to roam 

Thy heart that love will test. 

'Tis not alone the place of birth 
Thy lasting home can surely be ; 

The countries of the sea and earth 
Are thine to wand'ring see. 



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Wherever thou rest thy weary head, 

And where'er thy steps are free. 
In whatever land thou hast sped, 

'Tis but transient home for thee. 

If thou in frigid zones dost stray, 

Or to tropics' sun-lit clime, 
There thou canst pass each dreary day, 

At the shrine of old dull Time. 

Thy real home is where heart-strings cling, 
The goal to which thou'lt fondly steer. 

No matter how charming strange voices sing, 
Nature sighs for sweeter tones to hear. 



THE DYING CHILD. 

He lay upon his bed of pain 

For many a weary day. 
Stricken by fever s parching bane, 

When these words the child did say ; 

* Bring me my purse and 111 give, 
To brothers and sisters dear ; 
A part of my hoard shall freely go 
Their spirits now to cheer. 



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LYRICS OF THE UMPQUA. 

And you, dear father, the rest take 

In memory of your son ; 
My cards Til give for a keepsake 

To my play-mates every one." 

In piteous accents he exclaimed, 
'^Dear Pa, I don't wish to die/' 

The pillows were laid as his will framed, 
With many a parental sigh. 

'* Dear Pa ! '' he said, ''I can't speak more ! 

And in torment tossed about, 
When his spirit flew to Jordan's shore, 

God's angels showing the route, 

Weep not for him — his suffering s o'er 

Awhile God gave him to parents' keeping ; 

Now his soul IS on a happy shore, 
While in earth his body is sleeping. 



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ISRAELITISH ACROSTIC. 

Note now Bereschith, in Genesis 'tis found 

On that the diction of this theme will sound. 

The words Bara, Rakia, Arez and Schamaim, 

And when interpreted meaneth, ^'Tehomoth, I am," 

Rightly signifying God made earth below and sky 

above, 
In fact also that the heavens and sea are tokens of His 

love. 
Composed of words in Hebrew language of old, 
On their hope of Heaven to Aglar the chosen hold; 
Now this acrostic will the Notaricon unfold. 

Note. — ^Aglar signifies a drop of dew — an emblem of God. 



PSALM XXXV. 

(a paraphrase. ) 

Plead my cause, O Lord, with them that cause me strife, 
Fight against them that fight with me for life ! 
Take shield and buckler, and for mine help Thou stand ; 
Draw out the spear, and stop persecution in the land. 
Say unto my soul, "■ I'm thy salvation ; " confound and 

shame them that it seek ; 
Turn back and confuse them that devise against the 

weak ; 



LYRICS OF THE UMPQUA. I j 

Let them be as chaff before the wind, and let thy angel 

give them chase ; 
Let their way be dark and slippery, and let thy angel 

their works deface. 
For without cause have they hid their net in a pit, 
Which v/ithout cause they dug, therein my soul to fit. 
Let destruction come upon him at unawares, 
And let the net catch him in its snares ; 
Into that very destruction let him fall, 
And joyful in the Lord shall be my soul. 
Glad by salvation my bones shall say, ''Lord, who's 

like Thee, that shields the poor 
From him that is too strong ? yea, and furthermore. 
The poor and needy that he spoileth him. 
False witnesses rose and laid charges that to me were 

dim. 
They rewarded me evil for good to the spoiling of my 

soul. 
But as for me, when they were sick, in sackcloth I did 

toil, 
I humbled my soul with fasting, and my prayer to my 

bosom return'd ; 
I behaved as if he'd been friend or brother, and as if 

for my mother I mourn'd. 
But in my adversity they rejoiced, and gathered them- 
selves together ; 



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Yea, the abjects gathered themselves together (naught 

could them sever), 
They tore me unceasingly ; deceitful mockers in feasts 

their teeth gnash. 
Lord, how long wilt Thou look on ! Rescue me from 

destruction's gash, 
And my darling from the lions, and I will thanks give, 
In the great congregation I will praise Thee where the 

people live. 
Let not my enemies wrongfully rejoice over me, 
Nor let them wink with the eye with hateful decree. 
Without cause they speak not peace, but devise 
Deceitful matters ; gainst the quiet of the land arise ; 
Yea they opened their mouth wide against me, 
And said : ''Aha ! aha ! our eye did see ! " 
This Thou hast seen, O Lord, keep not silence ! 
O Lord, be not far from me ! stir from hence, 
And awake to my judgment even to my cause, 
My God and my Lord ; judge me by thy laws, 
O Lord my God, according to thy righteousness, 
And let them not rejoice over my distress. 
Let them not say, ''We would have it so," 
Let them not say, " He's swallowed up in woe ! " 
Shamed and confused be they that at my hurt rejoice. 
Shamed and dishonored that magnify themselves with 

boasting voice ! 



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Let them shout for joy and be glad that favor my 

righteous cause, 
Yea, continually say, "the Lord be praised, for his 

servant prosperity knows ! " 
And I'll speak of thy righteousness with my tongue, 
And of thy good praises all the day long. 



SONG. 

If thy country should need thee, O never say ''No," 
But be thou the first one to strike the hard blow, 
Right onward to march, at the front take thy stand. 
And be thou ever ready to defend thy good land. 

Though dangers beset thee in front and in rear, 
Do thou never flinch, or be nervous with fear ; 
But stand like a hero in the struggle and woe. 
And hurl to the ground the dastardly foe. 

Ne'er be daunted, perchance, if the column e'er quail. 
But let thy blows be dealt as fast as sharp hail ; 
When ordered to thy post, be sure to rally around ; 
Though thy comrades fall thick, still stand to thy ground 



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Thou hast bade adieu to the loved ones at home, 
And through the campaign must forage and roam; 
If stinted in rations let thy spirit ne'er droop, 
But set an example to the rest of the troop. 

What if bullets rattle round thee in the hostile affray? 
Remember thy bullets in foemen's ranks stray ; 
They're in just as much danger as thy comrades in rank, 
And lots of your foes have to the crimson'd ground sank. 

When the war is all over, and thy duty is done, 
Thy mother at home will be proud of her son. 
If thou shouldst be wounded, or crippled for life. 
Thy country will reward thee as a hero in the strife. 



RELIANCE ON GOD'S PROMISE. 

I SIGH not for power, I crave not for wealth, 
I live for God's pleasure, who granteth me health ; 
I search His good word for wisdom on high, 
And to keep a clear conscience is all I e'er sigh. 

What is power on earth but others' troubles to share ? 
What is gold to inherit but cankering care ? 
But the words of Jehovah are pure silver tried. 
In fiery furnace, and seven times purified. 



LYRICS OF THE UMPQUA. j^ 

A clear mind and pure heart are blessings to last, 
That no deep disappointment can e'er overcast. 
Pangs of sorrow may ensue — 'tis allotted to man 
Aye ! even hard chastenings may be the Lord's plan. 

Yet He has promised He'll not always chastise, 
But will give all a chance for the Heavenly prize. 
I pray most devoutly He will pardon us all, 
And in mercy will sound the trumpet's last call. 



AN APPEAL TO GOD.* 

If my spirit is a divine spark, 

As the Hindoos would have us believe, 

O Lord, wouldst Thou in mercy hark 
To this prayer, and mine receive ! 

And may my spirit soul e'er be 
Acceptable to Thy loving sight ; 

May I ne'er cease to ask of Thee 
To keep my wand'ring spirit right. 

* The Hindoos believe that the spirit of man is a spark of God. 



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MUTATIONS OF THE EARTH'S SURFACE. 

Where we abide, once dashed the wave, 

And many a tremendous storm passed o'er; 

On other continents the sea did lave, 

And we cannot trace the Hnes of shore. 

Ages have passed, and great changes been wrought 

By nature's convulsive he'aves and throes ; 

Diligently intellectual men have sought 

Her strange freaks and inexplicable laws. 

Actions of past periods by scientists are seen ; 

Intricate problems are solved by learned care ; 

It is ascertained the ocean's waves have been 

Where now the Lion makes his bone-strewed lair. 

And where'er an antiquarian's penetrating mind 

Searches where archaeologists have excavated, 

Many marvellous works he will often find, 

And then new theories are surely ventilated. 

Mountains now stand where plains once stood ; 

Plains now stand where mounts have soar'd; 

Pinks now grow where once stood greenwood, 

And woods grow where flowers once perfume pour'd. 

How came these changes in long ages past, 

When reptiles now extinct once crawl'd around ? 

And will these primitive changes be the last? 

Or will mighty earthquakes upheave the ground ? 



LYRICS OF THE UMPQUA. 1 7 

We know not what the future change may be 
Of this mutable and fickle-crusted sphere ; 
But by land delving and dredging in the sea, 
Man can reason by analogy whilst he s here. 
Alas ! human thought but transiently lives ; 
For man's life is but a brief-like span, 
'l^is a feeble link man's knowledge e'er gives 
To cause and effect of God's worldly plan. 
Intense heat the earth's deep centre holds, 
'Tis a roaring furnace — a sulphuric fire. 
With watery crevices held in rocky moulds 
Which burst, and vapor makes old '' Etna's" ire. 
Even zones of climate have often changed, 
"And where tropical plants now grow so grand, 
The huge glaciers have crushingly ranged, 
And rigorous winters have ruled the land. 
Reversely, where the ice-king now reigns supreme, 
In zones spread o'er with everlasting snow, 
Once the flora of the tropics did fragrantly teem, 
And old Sol was king with fierce burning glow. 
Great mastodons' bones are found in remote places, 
Many deeply and to the north of tropical line. 
Oft a keen scientist the hidden mystery traces 
By scrutinizing the geological mine. 
How wonderful thy works, O Lord in heaven, 
Which Thou hast done on this mundane sphere I 



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Internal fiery vaults when by Thee riven, 
Deal destruction, showing Thou art near. 
Mundane upheavals are then Thy holy will, 
Incomprehensible changes Thou didst perform ; 
Sometimes external thunders are calmly still, 
When again they burst forth in terrific storm. 
Who will solve the phenomena of nature ? 
What era will bring these changes to light ? 
What will be the curious nomenclature. 
To set future antiquarians aright ? 
The present theories are fitful as the wind, 
Philosophers have vented ideas, alas ! to fall, 
And Nature's various moods are hard to find ; 
They're only known to One, the Maker of them all. 



MOUNT ETNA. 

AN ODE. 

O'er Etna's crater'd mount the seething lava flowed, 

Down to the fated city the molten debris ran, 

Twas then calamitous woes were sowed 

That appalled the heart of stricken man. 

Thunder tones of the monster echoed o'er the vale, 

And glittering sparks flew o'er the rippling wave, 

'Midst the tumult sounded the heart-rent wail 

Of lonely woman and Sicily's son so brave. \ 



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At night, too, in grandeur the convulsions were sublime, 
As from the cauldron in fitful throbs was forced the fire, 
Lava engulfing the innocent, also the men of crin>e. 
As to lofty heights the lurid sparks mount higher. 
Devastation mark'd the spot where'er the lava ran. 
Despair was pictured in every human face ; 
Now, with saddened feelings, modern tourists scan 
The site of a once proud city whose wreck they trace. 
All nations flock to the scene of dread eruptive mount, 
And round the beach in reverent awe they stand, 
Li mood reflecting on Nature's wondrous fount. 
Impressed that 'tis the work of a Mighty Hand. 
Ah ! who can tell how soon convulsed our site may be, 
And its present state of pleasing surface suddenly 

change, 
And Hke fiery Etna cause men in terror quick to flee 
From rushing lava of some new mount's crater'd range .^ 
In the twinkle of an eye the throbs of nature come, 
Perhaps at a time when men hilarious are and gay ; 
The pulsation shakes the fabric of the mighty dome, 
When Nature is the conqueror, and mens works pass 

away. 
We can point to '' Salvador," where volcanic mount 

arose 
'Midst richly plain where coffee-planters lovely homes 

had made ; 



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Suddenly its towering form burst forth by nature's 

throes, 
Sending flashes of flame in brilliant colors array'd. 
Q'he running fiery lava that fair land once curs'd. 
And terrified the heart of unsuspecting man, 
As loud explosions from the strange mount burst, 
And some from the scene of destruction horrified ran. 
Upward flew the fiery meteors in airy space ; 
The atmosphere around with dense smoke was filled, 
And men's domiciles were engulf d at the monster's base; 
Where once in peace the happy folks their vineyards 

tilled. 
The roaring, deafening noise was heard in lands afar ; 

Sulphurous was the scented air, tho' grand was the 

mount to view, 
And the country made desolate by internal forces at 

war. 
When a new-created mount from their antagonisms 

grew. 
Such is the pictured theme of one of Nature's freaks 

That, alas ! too true occurred (not a century ago). 

For when gaseous forces war, nature for them an out- 
let seeks. 

Which oft to man entaileth misery and woe. 

In places unsuspected by man she bursts an opening 
out 



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For the elements that are within the earth to vent their 

wrath ; 
In consternation the wretched people loudly shout, 
Calling on their God to lead them to His saving path. 
It seemed as though a branch of infernal regions had 

come 
To show man the destined end of this terrestrial world, 
So that he could turn his thoughts to that Heavenly 

home 
**Not made with hands," and where no volcanio 

mounts are hurl'd. 



APOSTROPHE TO THE OCEAN. 

Deep and expansive sea, which encircleth 
This terrestrial sphere — sublimely 
Grand and beautiful in calmly mood. 
Like an infant in placid slumber dreaming ; 
But awful in thine anger when aroused 
By ''Boreas" when he disturbs thy peace 1 
For like unto the passions of mankind 
When driven furious to a high degree, 
Thou art terrible ; and in agitated mood 
Art as an evil spectre to the mariner 
Who rides o'er thy billowy convex'd form 
When the gale of thy sudden unrest 



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Dashes his bark from human sight 

Into thy immeasurable depth of space, 

Which clothes with death— thy nautical embrace,- 

And man's resistance is all in vain. 

Thou rulest thy realm by a set oi laws 

By nature framed more inflexible in action 

Than mortal despots are on the land. 

Thou hast the sterhng justice, no distinction 

E'er to make between peer or peasant ; 

Their fates are equally dispensed in trials 

Of skill with thee ; as Neptune with his trident 

Rides on thy waves triumphantly. 

In thy tempests thou takest from mankind 

The fruits of their ingenuity and craft 

That were framed by their minds and will, 

Dashing into fragments the labor of years. 

But in thy silent mood thou reflectest 

The rays of the lustrous mid-day's sun, 

When thy mirrored face becometh 

An oceanic paradise where angels 

Might serenely and securely dwell 

Thy tides and surges ensnare the rich 
And poor alike, as prey caught in the 
Fisherman's net. Perchance some wretched 



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Being in the swimming struggle might escape 

From thy Octopus-like grasp, and outlive 

The doom thou hadst in store, and pass 

Through the rolling surf whose roar is to many 

Of thy victims their dismal funeral dirge. 

Off thy dashing surges combat the peaceful shore, 

And by force and tidal persistence pierce 

Asunder the hard granite rock from its 

Bed of long ages past, w^here inert it laid. 

And thou aggressively changest the form 

Of shore line, which was formed by aid 

Of Time, old Nature's rule. Thy encroachments 

Were made by the mad Storm King 

Undermining the foundation of terra-firma. 

Lo ! he conquers and usurps new realms. 

And o'er extended domain thy wielded 

Sceptre is sustained by his terrific might. 

When convulsed thou art wonderful to man, 

And when calm art beautiful to his view ! 

Yet all thy attributes are as antagonisms 

In their fitful changes in thy varied moods. 

And thou hast a Queen whom thou must obey 

As tho' thou wert slave to her despotic will ; 

For the moon at seasons rules thee w^ith 

Her attractive power, and thou art spell-bound, 

Like the deadly cobra, w^hen he is charmed 



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By subtle influence in India's sunny lands. 

Thou lavest around yon fair Island whose spicy 

Breezes waft gently seaward to thy vast realm, 

Refreshing the weary mariner in equatorial clime, 

Or lulling him to balmy sleep. 

Thou girtest innumerable isles that are dotted 

In thy midst, as marks of love the Creator 

Hath set to cheer the mariners on their stormy course. 

Thou art the watchful monarch of them all, 

Encompassing them with thy love, or storms their 

shores sweeping, 
And thy mandates can of existence them deprive. 
On thy bosom sails the messenger of peace ; 
White and spotless are its wings aloft, bearing 
Brave and faithful souls. 

Grand is such picture, naught in nature or art 
Can excel. She glides majestic, as tho' 
Endowed with life like a creature of God. 
Controlled is she by them who are bound to thee 
By ties of admiration and deep skill, who all 
Thy elements of wrath survey in the calm spirit of 
Hope for their subsidence ; for they counteract 
By daring skill the surges hurl'd by thee, 
As if in mockery thou wouldst test 
Their firmness against thy crushing force. 
There go the huge monsters of destruction from 



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Their fair havens, to invade and make havoc 

With their foes in bloody strife for victory. 

Man makes on thee a place of battle for his 

Lust of power ; then the creatures that are 

For thee, and those that dwell on thy bosom, 

Flee away in terror at the tumultuous roar of 

Their artillery, that were wont to fearlessly follow 

In the wake of dove-like peace. 

Thou art dyed crimson with the blood 

Of the brave who fell, and who have bounded 

O'er thee in admiration, love and joy, but whose 

Life-blood mingles with thy briny waves to be 

Evaporated by sun's rays, and to be again 

Diffused where his Creator willeth. 

Thou art an aqueous tomb for the proud 

And vain. Sometimes acting as their *' Nemesis," thou 

hurlest 
Them to sudden death, and not even a lisped 
Prayer is heard by God above when their spirits depart. 
They go where none can place a stone to mark 
The site of their turbulent ever-shifting grave. 
No lofty columns on thy expanse are reared 
To eulogize the potentates held in thy grasp. 
And the humble mariner's weather-beaten body 
Can sleep as calm, and whose loss is mourned as 

deeply 



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Where the sea-birds make their wavy homes 

As the highest and proudest in God's realm. 

In thy depths are the warrior and the sage, 

And thou holdest the aged and the young ; 

Aye, even the grave and gay, also the maiden 

In her fullness of nature's charms, are swept 

Into the vortex thou hast made for their 

Reception in thy gloomy moods. And friends 

Do mourn at their losses here on earth. 

Alas, they mourn in vain. Thy vast region 

Holds their mortal bodies in its embrace. 

But i\oi/orever, and the affectionate can find 

Consolation in Holy Writ, indisputable, for therein 

Is inscribed, that thou must release thy captives 

Who have been swayed to and fro in deep recesses ; 

For at the Great Judge's appointed time, when 

He issues His decree, ^^The sea shall give up the 

dead," 
Then the spirits that are now weeping and 
Have wept their sorrowful tears for the lov'd ones 
Thou hast held for ages, shall see the 
Resurrected ones as angels in a celestial sphere, 
Forever to rest in peace with God, who will. 
No doubt, decree that thou shalt never more be 
A sepulchre for man who is ''made in His own 

image. " 



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THE SONG OF THE MODERN SEWING-GIRL. 

TUNE — WASHING DAY. 

I STITCH, stitch, stitch, stitch, stitch, stitch away, 
For now there is some comfort, free from any delay. 
The bastings and the gores are stitched quite complete, 
And sewing has now become quite a little treat. 

Chorus — I stitch, stitch, stitch, stitch, stitch, stitch 
away, 
For this machine was invented to bring 
our muscles into play. 

God bless old Howe, the inventor of this worthy ma- 
chine ! 
For it is the Nq Plus Ultra — for good sewing I mean. 
So I tread, tread, tread, tread, tread, tread away ; 
This is a boon to womankind, every one does say. 

Chorus — I stitch, stitch, stitch, stitch, stitch, stitch 

away, 
For this machine was invented to bring 
our muscles into play. 

Flounces can be double stitched on petiicoats of satin, 
And embroidered tapestry worked in either Greek or 

Latin. 
But I would rather stitch the dress to make my bridal 

tour. 
To please the one I love so dear and sigh for evermore. 



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Chorus — I stitch, stitch, stitch, stitch, stitch, stitch 
away, 
For this machine was invented to bring 
our muscles into play. 

This world is nothing but fine stitches made by our 

Master's hand ; 
The seas and trees and other things He stitched closely 

to the land. 
But it's when two hearts are stitched together in gathering 

close embrace. 
Then the w^ork of the Greatest Inventor w^e in love delight 
to trace. 
Chorus — I stitch, stitch, stitch, stitch, stitch, stitch 
away, 
For this machine was invented to bring 
our muscles into play. 



WOMAN'S LOVE. 

Tell me not that woman's love 
Is fickle as the wind. 
In truth she's gentle as the dove. 
Affectionate and kind. 



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Tell me not she's artful, vain 

Of charms that nature gave her ; 

Her heart is free from falsehood s stain, 

And her love doth never waver. 

Tell me not when age onward creeps 

Her love will vanish surely, — 

Ah ! woman's fond love never sleeps. 

When once she loves — 'tis purely. 



LINES WRITTEN ON THE DEATH OF TWO 
CHILDREN OF A FRIEND. 

The cherubs died whom our Father gave. 

And sad friends are mourning now ; 

They sleep together in one small grave. 

And we in peace must bow. 

How mysterious are the Lord's ways ! 

For He alone can tell 

When He should our spirits raise, 

Or make us ill or well. 

The Lord gave, and has took away 

The two darlings of the heart, 

And placed them in a grand array. 

To play a heavenly part. 



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ODE TO SOLOMON'S SONG. 

When Solomon wrote his song of praise, 
And singers sat in the house of the Lord, 
The people of Jerusalem stood in amaze 
As they listened to each inspired word. 
The holy melody made the aisles to ring ; 
His kingly wisdom shone in every place ; 
Maidens to him did rich offerings bring, 
And every act he performed with love and grace. 
The sacred anthem was sung in praise to God 
Who reigneth supreme o'er all the earth ; 
He loves to chasten with His holy rod 
Those who reject the sacred test's true worth. 
Now Solomon's song we'll sing with glee, 
And bear in memory the author's name, 
And give thanks to God in eternity 
From whom the inspiration came. 



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ACROSTIC. 

As on the path of life you tread, 
And as time is fleeting on, 
Remember life is a brittle thread 
On which to lean upon. 
Now may yours be joyful to the end, 
So that happiness may spring, 
And when you to Hymen's altar wend, 
Loud may your marriage bells ring ! 
Zealous and loving may your bride be, 
May the pleasures of life be given, 
And when your spirits from hence flee, 
Ne'er miss the route to Heaven ! 



THE GILDED DOME. 

Behold yonder dazzling, gilded dome 
On stately mansion crown'd ; 
It is the proud and rich man's home, 
Where pity for others is never found. 
But luxury and foul dark vice 
Contaminate its terraced walls. 
Though 'tis adorned with art so nice, 
And magnificent its costly halls. 



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And hollow hearts therein dwell 

Ne'er known to charity given. 

Naught but vainly fashion's swell, 

With ne'er a glance to Heaven, 

The earthy of the earth doth reside, 

And run sinful riot there ; 

Its portals are not opened wide, 

For the poor they have no care. 

Folly and pride the gallants sway 

In the frescoed rooms of wealth, 

There the passions have full play, 

Which undermines the victims' health. 

Glittering gems of rarest value 

Adorn the breast of the foolish rake, 

Who with high-born damsels loves to dally. 

Dressed in fine lace for fashion's sake. 

A pandemonium quite often reigns. 

And the household in uproar rises, 

For a Xantippe mistress therein gains 

Scandal's foul, notorious prizes. 

They're not given to hospitality free, 

Because from selfishness they'll not depart, 

Nor to their God e'er bend the knee, 

For Gold is most sacred to each heart. 

Like whited sepulchres in human form, 

They go ghoul-like through the course of life ; 



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Though they are shielded from poverty's storm 
Yet they spend their time in Pride and Strife. 
Such is giddy life 'neath the Gilded Dome, 
Where minarets flash in sun's bright rays, 
For callous hearts live in that unenvied home, 
Who ne'er to their just God give praise. 
When on death's bed they're hardened to the last, 
Though God's mercy is held out to save. 
Yet ne'er a look to Heaven they cast. 
But sink unlov'd in the sinner's grave. 
Anon, there will rise o'er where they're laid 
A costly monument of fine artistic art. 
Telling the virtues they've done and said ; 
But marbled script can't change a once vile Hving 
heart. 



THE COTTER'S HOME. 

(a contrast.) 

Now let us visit this low-roof'd cottage nigh, 
• With vines trellised o'er its humble door, 
And tasteful garden in the lot close by ; 
Its tenant is a laborer poor. 



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Tho' rude the furniture it adorns, 

And all its contents are commonplace, 

Yet here are heart roses with no thorns 
To prick to the quick, or flush the face. 

Contentment reigns, and hush'd repose 
Tranquillizes the good inmates here ; 

Pure affection soothes all worldly woes. 
Should any by mere chance appear. 

'Tis rural bliss free from deep care, 

Each one vies true happiness to impart ; 

Their joys they share alike, and each ill bear, 
Divine attributes of the human heart. 

No pomp or useless luxury is theirs. 
To mar the blessings of ruddy health ; 

No violent passion e'er them ensnares, 
Nor do they lust for Mammon's wealth. 

A crust they can spare for famish'd men 
Who by misfortune stroll their way, 

And at the offering, now and then 
On the pass'd plate a mite can lay. 

No precious gems are set on their breasts ; 

No Ostrich plumes are reared on high ; 
But the May-day beauty on her virtue rests, 

To gain the lov'd swain that's standing nigh. 



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By no manoeuvres false do they entice 
Some unsuspecting youth, by vain deceit, 

But in open church they're asked thrice, 

So all impediments they can meet. * 

At morn they rise from refreshing sleep ; 

Laborious is their toil from day to day. 
And oft the sire is in reflection deep, 

How to regulate expenses in a frugal way. 

No hereditary disease lurks in their blood. 
Nor effect of foUies from youthful days 

E'er saps their strength, which has withstood 
Wrestling bouts of rude athletic ways. 

No rustle of silk is heard down saintly aisle 
When the fair maidens to church e'er go ; 

The sting of shame ne'er them doth defile, 
They kneel in reverence, and not for show. 

Not in man alone they put their trust. 

But on their Creator they e'er rely ; 
They let the sword of unrighteousness rust ; 

In virtue they live and in peace they die. 



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LINES ADDRESSED TO CAPT. W. W. KIDDLE. 

(late of the white star line steamer ''CELTIC.") 

Friend, we parted off Ceylon's fragrant Isle, 

Each a different course to steer, 
In friendship s grasp and sadden'd smile, 

When the South Monsoon was near. 

Our boyhood s home now lays a wreck 

In Orange Bay quite deep, 
And Johnson, — Codner, who trod her deck 

Have gone to eternal sleep. 

Where are those daring seamen gone 

Who were with us on the sea ? 
Some dropped off, alas ! one by one, 

Where you and I soon will be. ' 

Time cannot efface memory dear. 
Though us seas and mountains part, 

And ofttimes in a passing year 
IVe called you to mind and heart. 

Our earthly trials will soon be o'er, 
Our departure from hence well take ; 

Now let us steer for Jordan's shore, 
For our dear Saviour's sake. 



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SEA SONG. 

Boreas, give us a flowing sheet, 
With strong" breezes abaft the beam, 

And we'll belay on the oaken cleat 
Though waves dash o'er a stream. 

The yards are pointed to the wind. 

The topping-lifts hauled tight, 
And though our sweethearts are behind, 
We'll drink their healths to night. 

We'll sing the old sea-songs, my boys, 

With loud chorus chanting free ; 
Old Neptune will listen to our noise. 

For 'tis '' Saturday night at sea." 

Yes, ^' Saturday night at sea," hurrah ! 

We'll sing to the old sea-god, 
And drink to them that are far away 

Upon our dear native sod. 

And when the short dog-watch is o'er, 
And eight bells have all been struck, 

We'll take a parting drink once more, 
And toast all hands, '' Good luck." 



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CREATION THE WORK OF GOD. 

Where'er we stray, O God, we find 

Some marks of Thy almighty hand ; 

The beasts and birds of every kind 

Thou hast spread o'er every land; 

The rocks that scientists doth unmask, 

That have lain hidden long ages past, 

From whence didst they come ? ourselves we say, 

For on each atom Thy stamp is cast. 

Thou — First Cause — earth's foundation laid, 

Thy wisdom stands in bold relief; 

Man in Thine image Thou hast made. 

And of all creatures madest Thou him chief. 

How majestic is yonder ocean grand. 

Whose crested billows rolling bound ! 

And polished shells on sea-beach sand 

Tell where Thy curious works are found. 

The whale that spouts and sports in seas 

Was formed in strange proportions great; 

He stems the currents and the breeze ; 

Contrast — pilot-fish that on sharks wait. 

In the firmament high we see the stars. 

And bright planets in their orbits course, 

And in the comets, meteoric wars 

From them we trace their divine source. 



LYRICS OF THE UMPQUA. 39 

Orbs in geometrical symmetry range, 

Through vast space in innumerable ways. 

To us Thy works are grand and strange 

As we note the sun^s bright dazzling rays. 

From natural laws we look to Thee 

As the true means of this great power, 

All sprung forth by Thy high decree, 

From sturdy oak to tenderest flower. 

But where beginneth and endeth space ? 

Alas 1 'tis not comprehended here, — 

Maybe Thy angels in their winged race 

Knoweth the confines of universe's sphere. 

But to mortals that knowledge is not known ; 

Even imagination no limit can set, 

Yet when Thou bestowest Thy angelic crown, 

That knowledge in heaven man will get. 

God, our Father, we Thee devoutly hail, 

And trace epochs back, as delving sceptics can. 

Yet all their subtle logic will not avail. 

Unless they prove whence c^ivae first germ of man. 



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LINES WRITTEN IN A LADY'S ALBUM. 

A loving task of friendship true 

I write upon this page, 

And I shall ever remember you 

From youth to olden age. 

Your kindness I shall ever prize. 

Your lovely manners esteem. 

May your reward be from the skies 

Where Heavenly glances beam. 

May God grant a ray of Holy love 

Your future life to bless, 

Shall be my prayer to Him above 

And for best of happiness. 

In future years, when olden age, 

Hath crept on in Time's swift flight 

Should you by chance turn to this page, 

Keep me in Memory s sight ; 

For I shall ever think of you 

In Peace or War the same, 

So let this be a token true, 

For herein I write my name. 



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DULCI ET DECORUM EST PRO PATRIA MORI. 

Elegy on the death of EHas M. Mercer of Co. "F," 2nd Regt. of 
Oregon Mounted Volunteers, who was fatally wounded at the 
battle of the " Meadows," April 27th, 1856. 

'Midst din of battle on the mountain steep, 

The dusky foe with unerring aim, 
Who through the brush did silently creep, 

Sent the Volunteer to endless fame. 

When mortally shot at duty s post, 

They bore him o'er the^craggy steep, 
A sturdy phalanx — that warlike host, 

And to guard him safely discarded sleep. 

Then toiled thro' forest's snow-drifted path. 
And crossed swift streams in their angry flood, 

While the elements vented forth their wrath, 
Yet they surrounding foes withstood. 

Alas ! Virginia's son died on Umpqua's soil, 
And now sleeps calmly 'neath the sod. 

Honorably freed from a soldier's toil, 
Made an angel sentry by his God. 

He fell where heroes are only found. 

At the front of battle he gave his life, 
And o'er him we've raised on yond' green mound, 

A memento of how he fell in the strife. 



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UNSEEN POWER. 
(an apostrophe.) 

Eruptions that have changed old Neptune's wide do- 
main, 

Would a fiery tale unfold of Islands newly made, 

Tall peaks have rose from the deep, to tumble o*er 
again. 

And submerged forests in the North Sea are deeply laid. 

Mountains fall by avalanches suddenly sweeping dow^n ; 

The Alpine steep for ages changing nature s rugged face. 

And making the scenery wear yet more an awful frown. 

Whose rudely heights mountaineers oft love to chase. 

By nature's aid the sun s expansive rays split the granite 
rock 

From out the mountain side, when contracted by cooler 
air ; 

The sudden influence hurls the mass down with roar- 
ing shock ; 

By nature's laws it fell, but nature, tho' changed in 
form, is there. 

Silently she worketh^ never sleeping, never weary day 
or night. 

The crumbHng atoms she forms again to suit her varied 
mood; 

Men probe and peer into her realms with visionary sight ; 



LYRICS OF THE UMPQUA. 43 

As yet by them her curious ways are slightly under- 
stood. 
Behold yond' peak which soars towards the sky on 

mountain range, 
That stands majestic, yet forces are working that it will 

change ; 
At some future period it will crumble piece-meal and 

fall, 
Or by sudden convulsion will reach by gravitation the 

goal 
Which nature, for a time, deems fit to place the tower- 
ing giant 
That had stood for ages amidst the smaller mounts, as 

though defiant. 
There the broken up remains may lay for an indefinite 

age, 
Until nature stirs from her calmly mood, and in her 

seeming rage 
Forces the debris of the once king-like peer of mountain 

chain. 
From its bed of rest, and make of the fragments an 

open plain. 
Perchance her freaks instead may be formation of an 

ocean's bed, 
Or by slow mutations form chains of lakes, each one 

by streamlet fed. 



44 LYRICS OF THE UMPQUA. 

Innumerable and mysterious are these upheavals done, 

And there are silent workers — electricity and the piercing 
sun. 

Visible and invisible are nature's aids as Time is on- 
ward winging, 

And as centuries roll round, she, by mighty power, huge 
rocks are flinging. 

From whence sprang these forces which modern 
scientists discover. 

And matter from inertia of rest, ever changes when 
nature is the mover ? 

When shall we know the source of power that was 
brought to bear, 

And hurl the mountains' weighty mass, or hard rocks 
asunder tear ? 

What causes these disturbances taken place from time 
without an end ? 

And how do religionists and scientists their theories de- 
fend ? 

At this epoch we regret that limited means are at hand 

To show the " Power behind the throne," that disturbs 
this land. 

Chemical action is going on almost unperceived, but 
slow, 

And when the mighty thunderbolt is ready nature strikes 
the blow. 



LYRICS OF THE UMPQUA. 45 

Grand cities made by men's architectural hand and 

mind, 
From dark oblivious abysses we exhume and duly find ; 
Some cindered o'er by showers from Mount Vesuvius 

hurrd, 
A memorable event that astounds the Latin world. 
Volcanic action death's tocsin sounded with sudden 

alarms, 
When mothers were engulfd with their offspring in 

their arms, 
And that was fiery nature that buried every soul ; 
No land is ever sure but o'er it some dreadful storm 

may roll. 
We cannot say 'twas vengeance of a merciful just God 
Who was chastening His people with chastising rod, 
For no time was for repentance granted and none left 

to repent. 
Let us hope for His great mercies' sake their souls to 

Heaven went : 
And 'twas nature in her most angry mood of fiery rage, 
That wrote the ever memorable Herculaneum page. 



46 LYRICS OF THE UMPQUA. 

ODE ON CONTENTMENT. 

''There is a time to laugh, and a time to cry, 

There is a time for everything to be done ; 

There is a time to live and a time to die, 

There is a time for Heaven to be w^on/' 

They that seek Dame Fortune oft find her in the 

shade ; 
Tis best to take in season everything on earth below, 
For God who has every destiny made, 
Knoweth the spring from whence our joys should 

flow. 
But man is ever eager and anxious to possess, 
Craving the dim unknown by covetous desires ; 
Perhaps 'tis better that he should have the less 
Than his breast be heated by consuming fires. 
Contentment is a banquet at which sages feast; 
Frugal habits great wisdom to them impart ; 
Alas ! by vain desires men's joys are made the least ; 
Luxury oft bringeth sorrow, but contentment balms 

the hearts. 
Let us improve the time while youth's buoyant spirits 

flow, 
With sweet peace and plenty smiling all around ; 
Let all mankind the seeds of concord deeply sow. 
Where the weeds of discontent are often found ; 



LYRICS OF THE UMPQUA. 47 

So that pure happiness undisturbed may bloom, 
Radiant with rays of love without dull vain regret, 
And all vicious desires to meet sepulchral doom 
Before it is too late, and our evening sun be set. 
When we lay down to pay the debt which nature 

claims, 
May no remorseful phantoms hover round our heads, 
To feel we have not played with Mammoiis enticing 

games, 
But to see in vision the angels beckoning o'er our beds. 
God grant our souls to pass where discontent is un- 
known, 
Our loved affinities aff'ectionately to greet. 
The place where contented spirits have ever flown. 
Who worship at their Heavenly Father's feet. 



IDYLLIC ODE. 

Know ye the land of the myrtle and maple. 
That stands in fair groves of nature's rich soil ? 
They've throve there for ages so firmly and staple. 
And circling round their hearts are each yearly coil. 
Know ye the land where the wild vines are growing, 
Drawing rich sustenance from roots deeply bedded ? 
Know ye the spot where the mistletoe is showing 



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Its clinging love for the oak, so closely 'tis wedded? 

Know ye the land where the elk loves to roam, 

And ferocious bruin in the thicket doth hide, 

Near the swift river whose torrents wildly foam, 

And the copse where the doe lies with fawn by her 

side ? 
Know ye the mad stream where the spring salmons 

leap 
O'er breastworks of foam in the rapids so high, 
Swimming with lightning speed up cataracts steep ? 
A few reached the goal, but alas ! only to die. 
Know ye the land where the forest is towering, 
The trees' tall spires pointing to zenith's high space. 
Where tangled wild-wood is umbrageous, embowering, 
Pierced by trails of the deer which hunters oft chase ? 
Know ye the land of the rugged mountains steep, 
Where rocky crags and sharp spurs jut out in relief? 
There the wild panther howls or doth stealthily creep, 
As he prowleth for prey like a sleek midnight thief. 
Know ye the rich glades in the merry green wood. 
That like enchanting scenes burst out in full view ? 
Aye ! even stern stoics in amazement have stood. 
As they gazed on shrubbery crystallized with dew. 
Know ye the land where the gay birds are singing 
In ecstasy flitting from green twig to slim spray ? 
Dame Nature the fledglings w^ith feathers are winging, 



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And soon from the nest will they all fly away. 
But will we e'er know the land told of in Bible story, 
Where angels are chanting praises night and day? 
Ah ! that is the/a/r land — (but not for vain glory), 
Tis only for them God hath invited to stay. 



CONTEMPLATION. 

(an Indian's soliloquy.) 

From this craggy mount my eyes survey 
Tall piny forests and rolling prairies green, 
Where the dashing stream wends its rough way, 
Which seems to say the Great Spirit here has been. 
I mark the trees, their bark, their boughs and leaves. 
And yonder far off rock whose caverns screen 
Ferocious bears that all winter grieves ; 
All this tells me, His spirit here has been. 
I note the bushes wet with morning's dew. 
Sparkling in sun's rays like silver sheen. 
I prize my trusty bow made from stoutest yew. 
These tell me where His spirit has been. 
As I watch yonder clouds gathering high. 
Some rolling in blackness whilst others careen ; 
When lo ! His angry voice in thunder tones rolls by, 
In awe-struck wonder I list where He has been. 



JO LYRICS OF THE UMPQUA. 

Anon, the sky is rent in twain aloft, 

By forked lightning darts and flashes keen, 

My heart which fear'd no foe is stricken soft, 

Because my vision His fiery. works has seen. 

I see the quivering snake with venomous mouth 

Quick, darting in the grass, fearing to be seen ; 

I look to the East, the West, the North, and South, 

At every point His mighty hand has been. 

I mark the antler'd deer, as he proudly stands 

With agile limbs, so lithe and clean ; 

I see the roaming elk in numerous bands ; 

All these are proofs where He has been. 

From this hardy tree poison'd arrows I make, 

To fight treacherous foes, blood-thirsty, mean ; 

The well aimed arrows will make them quake. 

For merciless death tells where He has been. 

I see the bright sun soar in the sky 

Whose height above, for rude time I w^een, 

And when I see the full moon on high, 

Our traditions say it hath ever monthly been. 

I reason that my ancestors' skill never made 

The innumerable things in this vast scene ; 

My race, though proud, is the merest shade 

Compared to what Thou art, or where Thoust been. 



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ODE. 
(jealousy. ) 

As jealousy is the rage of man, and bringeth him to 

woe, 
O let us shun its bitter paths as on our road we go ! 
Let us remember Jesus was beset by jealous men of old, 
Yet he pitied them in His meekness, and took them to 

His fold. 
For well He knew resentment would add fuel to the 

flame. 
As they reproached Him and called Him a drunkard's 

name. 
Envy is like rottenness of the bone, and preys upon the 

mind. 
O give us patience. Lord, so that jealousy us will not 

blind ! 
For when envy and strife abound no goodly work is 

done. 
But confusion is rife all day from the rising of the sun. 
If my friend is superior to me in manner or in his mind, 
Let not, O Lord, the feeling of jealousy wound the heart 

once kind ; 
But let sweet emulation with all its kindred feeling 
Be o'er my soul spread, and friendly love be sweetly 

stealing. 



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Grant us Thy cure from out Thy book that is graced by 

truth and love, 
So that our jealous minds be eased by Thy influence 

from above, [stingeth. 

For jealousy is worse than the tooth of the adder that 
Or the folds of the snake that death slowly bringeth. 
But, Lord, we'll trust Thee forever to banish our feelings 

of pain. 
And make jealousy flee so it ne*er enters our souls again. 
For jealousy is the rage of man, and surely shortens 

his life, 
Entailing woe and despair with embittering strife. 
We trust Thee, O God, that the awful feeling may flee. 
That calmly and meekly we may ever pray unto Thee, 
And thank Thee in gratitude, in sincerity and love 
For manifold favors showered down from above ; 
And serenely may we view the episode of brief life, 
Shunning jealousy forever, all vain envy and strife! 



THE VILLAGE BAND. 

See ! the village band is marching ; 

Hark ! and listen to the tune. 
Their quick eyes are eagerly searching 

In the book for '' Bonny Doon." 



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Now they're done, to rest awhile, 

But begin with '^ Annie Laurie/' 
A song that's brought both tear and smile 

In trenches of famous glory. 

Once more they change to ''Sherman's March," 

The tune that Northern heroes sung 
When they Georgia's State did search, 

And their flag to Southern breezes flung. 

After a brief rest — then '' Rally round the Flag" 

Is played with patriotic strain ; 
That ensign floats o'er plain and crag, 

And who will dare its folds to stain ! 

They've changed again to '' Dixie," now, 
The air that fired the Southern's heart. 

The tune that helped discord to sow, 
And made rebellion once to start. 

Now quick they turn to '' Irish Molly, O," 

A tune for all Hibernians, sure ; 
It is the fairest one I know. 

And holds the key to Cupid's door. 

Then comes, " Scots wha hae wi' Wallace bled," 

And each laddie in this music band 
Seems as tho' in fancy he does tread 

Caledonia's bleak and heathery land. 



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Then in unison they play *' Britannia," 
In compHment to Albion's Isle, 

Whose many sons have strayed away 
To make the wilderness to smile. 

They intersperse with foreign airs 
In semibreves and quavers ; 

This music soothes the citizen s cares 
And from crotchets they get favors. 

Clefs — baritones and tenors bring 
Their sounding notes divine ; 

Solos on the air vibrating ring, 

And songs they tune of ''Sisters Nine.'* 



DE MORTUIS NIL NISI BONUM. 

Lines written on the death of the late Captain Wm. Tichenor, Indian 
War Veteran, N. P. Coast, Died July 27th, A. D. 1887. 

Son of old Neptune, thou hast gone 
To the locker of the darksome grave, 
And friends are weeping all forlorn 
At the loss of one so truly brave. 
We knew thee in years long sped, 
When full of energy and hope ; 



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By death thy cherish'd plans have fled 

For which thy mind hadst full scope. 

In danger's hour thou wert in the van, 

When the Indian massacres were rife ; 

Thou shone forth a hero, and died'st a man, 

Only yielding to God who gave thee life. 

Thou lived not in vain, for yon sea-laved site 

Which in early manhood thou boldly founded, 

For it thou put forth thy main and might, 

And so thy deeds shall be duly sounded. 

For 'tis such men as thee, when living. 

By acts of daring combined with skill. 

Are ever to posterity giving 

Tokens of their indomitable will. 

But now thou'rt gone, yet thy name shalt live 

As one who didst thy country serve ; 

Faults if thou hadst man will forgive. 

In admiration of thy mind and nerve. 

So rest in the tomb where lov'd ones laid thee. 

To sleep near the sound of ocean's roar ; 

Thy spirit hast gone, by God's decree. 

To dwell in peace forevermore. 

And may these lines serve as a token 

Of the ^^Muse's" saddened spell. 

As if from the lips thou heard'st them spoken, 

As we bid to thee our last farewell. 



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THE PRECEPTS OF THE HOLY LAW. 

Come, and FU tell thee what Maimonides did say, 
The philosopher of old to whom minstrels did play. 
For he taught our fathers, and expounded God's word, 
And told them how Moses was inspired by the Lord. 
The Holy Law to Moses on the mountain was given 
By Jehovah, whose realm was o'er earth and Heaven. 
The texts of the written law in the Pentateuch were wrote, 
And the oral law has to each generation been taught. 
Moses interpreted it to Aaron in his tent on the ground. 
Eleazar and Ithamar also heard the words sound ; 
The Elders came, and the text to them was given. 
And the people heard the Lord's commands from 

Heaven. 
They memorized the interpretation of the word. 
And rose in exultation and praise to the Lord. 
Oh, let the precepts be imbued on thy heart forever I 
And bless the Lord above, the Great Eternal Giver, 



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ACROSTIC. 

So be your lives, that God may bless 
To the end of your brief mortal time, 
Each other to love and fondly caress, 
Protected by Him in this western clime. 
Happy may you be link'd in Hymen's chain. 
Each round of pleasure to bring you bliss. 
No cares to wring your hearts with pain, 
And the road of adversity may you miss. 
No sickness e'er come to check your joy 
Down the hill of life as on you go ! 
Every phase of life without some alloy 
Mankind can not expect to know. 
(May God calm for you life's bitter blast 
And fit you both for Heaven at last ! ) 
Contented be your lot through life. 
Heaven to be the designed goal to win. 
And by steering clear of wrangling strife, 
Doorways of God's kingdom ye can enter in. 
When age creeps on, and death draws near, 
In peace may you both lay down to die, 
Conscious of your lives unblemish'd career. 
Knowing and trusting your Father on high. 



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THE ADVANTAGES OF A COUxNTRY LIFE. 

Under the veranda, near by umbrageous trees, 
An aged father sat with a fair boy on his knees, 
The prospect was fair to view, the waving- corn afield, 
Nearby the kine are standing the lacteal fluid to yield ; 
The landscape is slightly crimsoned by the setting sun, 
The rustic swains in glee, their daily tasks are done. 
^*My son," the father said in deep affection's tones, 
**Ere I go hence to rest these weary, tottering bones, 
Some good advice I desire to offer unto thee. 
So that when I'm dead thou'lt e'er remember me. 
This bequeath'd mansion and these fair glades around, 
With nature's teeming wealth luxuriantly abound. 
Keep thee close to them ; crave not for city hfe. 
And guide thy now pure soul from all vain strife ; 
For here thou wilt find comfort with no perplexing 

aim, 
Moreover, thou canst hand to posterity our goodly 

name. 
A city life for one who has been home and country 

bred. 
Oft leads to time and place where thou canst not rest 

thy head. 
Nor a haven find whenever circumstances change. 
But on this fair domain all thy pure joys can range. 



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No foul smoky incense here, no false ambition sways, 
All here is peace and plenty by God's providing ways. 
No visionary schemes to haunt thy mind serene, 
But rural contentment is shed on this fair scene. 
Here thou canst shun the vicious who on thee would 

prey, 
Thou canst keep company with virtuous maids each 

day. 
And when the Sabbath comes, to meeting thou canst 

hie, 
There learn how thou shouldst live, or be resigned to 

die 
With the hope of immortality which is offered free to all, 
And listen fervently in faith to the evangelistic call. 
So pine not for what may appear to be so very grand, 
O rest and stay on this, thy broad ancestral land. 
Where thou canst grow up to man's most noble state ; 
Spurn not these good reasons ere it be too late. 
Temptation prompts the guileless, and the unwary fall, 
List' not to the charmers, though they enticing call. 
They sow not neither do they toil, nor spin. 
Thou wilt reap tares if thou ever enter in ; 
Here thou canst find a partner for thy future life, 
A virtuous woman to be thy true-hearted wife. 
Ye can remain beneath this sheltering roof 
With naught to mar, and none to utter reproof, 



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But in idyllic gladness the journey of life canst go, 
Alike to share your joys or commiserate each woe. 
And when your course of life is narrowed down to die, 
In the same grave, side by side, we all can lie, 
There to await the resurrection of the day to come, 
When our spirits will meet in a heavenly home. 
But shouldst thou in city's speculations e'er subscribe, 
And in disappointment meet with companion s jeer or 

gibe, 
Despair may come with passions uncontrolled. 
To the wine cup flee, soon thou'rt in the gutter roU'd, 
Become an outcast to the world, to sense and duty blind, 
And virtuous precepts are left far, far behind. 
Or if, perchance, the blind goddess favors thee awhile, 
I say, beware of her false, fickle and treachVous smile. 
She clasps her votaries with an outward grace; 
The victims yield, but ruin stares them in the face. 
This is my last admonition given to thee for good, 
For thou art my beloved son in whom courses my own 

blood ; 
And if thou takest heed, I am content to die, 
And in yond' churchyard where thy dear mother doth 

lie, 
I'm willing and resigned this mortal frame be laid, 
Where the weeping willow casts its sombre, dreary 

shade. 



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THE LIBERTINE. 

With polished manners and studied mien, 

He stalks around the worldly scene, 

His outward grace attractive to the view. 

His vices many, but his virtues few. 

He looks around to see whom he can devour, 

Voluptuously lingers m the lady's bower; 

His conscience seared with red-hot iron, 

He loves the company of each guilty siren. 

The movement of his eyes his covetous will obeys. 

He knows womankind's weak and trusting ways ; 

He'll ingratiate his manners and his mind, 

(That he thinks is unequal in this world to find). 

He may be rich in gold ; that don't atone his vice ; 

Good society he enters, it is so very nice, 

By its association that very act will screen 

All his pecadilloes that are likely to be seen. 

He's proud, an upstart from his very birth, 

Which pride is oft mistaken for meritorious worth. 

He will delude his friends when best to be sincere, 

The charges that are laid to him can't all be told here ; 

But then his position in the social scale — 

As a refuge there he flees — that ends the tale. 

And oft he falls in love, but his love is not sincere, 

And that kind of love a virtuous girl should fear ; 



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For he's a libertine, and, sordid, cares for naught 
Except to take from innocence that for which crusaders 

fought. 
He chuckles o'er the conquests he has made, 
But all his conquests have an eye to trade; 
Yet perhaps he'll beguile some innocent creature 
With every form of virtue in character and feature. 
They marry ; but what then ? we ask ; 
A time they live in dalliance, and then begins the task ; 
His licentious habits cannot be shook off soon, 
At her appeals for constancy she may talk to the moon. 
It was born in him to range the dens at will, 
He has the gold, and that can scandal kill. 
His satellites around have quite an open palm ; 
Of course to them it does more good than harm. 
But his poor wife at home, left to dark despair, 
A prey to grief, and nearly killed with care ; 
Well, what of her ? she's nothing now to him, 
And at her entreaties his heart is callous and dim. 
He loves to carouse, neglectful of his trust. 
While she's anxiously waiting with heart ready to burst. 
Now she sees too late, and ekes out her bitter life ; 
This is the sad end of the libertine's fond wife. 
She clasped her babe to her broken-hearted breast. 
Unloved she lived, alone she died, now she is at rest ; 
Now she's dead, to the cold damp grave she's taken. 



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And the lonely child she left, alas ! is forsaken. 
So the libertine goes back to his tdo/s so vicious, 
For him 'tis daily hfe, to him it is delicious. 
At last he falls sick, disease will cankering kill ; 
No use of nostrums, for it is the Almighty's will. 
Remorse comes on, but contrition can't call back 
The one who so fondly loved ; he's tortured to the rack. 
A lingering painful death, slow and sure it works, 
To him in delirium her spirit hovering lurks. 
And gazes reproachfully in his deceitful eye — 
Hark ! she calls him traitor to the holy marriage tie ! 
At last, inquiringly he calls for his friend of old, 
That friend steps forth to gaze on the man of gold. 
In his last throes the hypocrite for mercy cried, 
His friend points upward — says '^in heaven 'tis denied." 
He dies, and laid next to her he had rudely spurned. 
Even the worms away from his vile carcass turned. 
Perhaps scientists in ages to come this soil will turn. 
When he's rotted 'neath the pompous marble urn, 
And find the bones of him who died in such distress, 
Pronounce them an extinct Mammon of an ancient 
wilderness. 



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MEMORIAL ODE. 

Ode written to commemorate the memory of the heroic dead, on the 
occasion of decorating their graves with flowers on Decoration 
day, May 30th, 1888, at Roseburg, Or. 

Here lie the patriots who bared their breasts to foes 

When youth and energy were theirs to spend, 

They were comrades of war's terrible woes, 

That for freedom's cause wilHng arms did lend. 

And round us are survivors of that awful shock, 

That nearly rent our fair land in twain, 

But by their valor, when at the front they'd flock, 

They did the country's honor maintain. 

Yes ! the country's honor and its prestige saved, 

From dark oblivion's deepest abyss, 

For if divided that act would have paved 

The way to harrowing echo of despots' hiss. 

Alas ! in these thin ranks there is many a gap 

Which once was filled with loyal life. 

Ah ! methinks the blood-stained war did sap 

The comrades brave that fell in the strife. 

They fell as brave men should ever fall, 

In defense of right and to punish wrong, 

They charged pell-mell at the bugle's call, 

And now we sing their funereal song 



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And one by one as leaves fall to earth, 

Your comrades drop their musket hand to die, 

We honor them now for their sterling worth, 

And to their memory heave a sad sigh. 

We now turn to the bodies slowly crumbling here, 

Perhaps far, far away from their native sod. 

As we strew flowers o'er them we'll drop a tear, 

Trusting their spirits are with their God. 

No sister's gentle hand passed o'er their pallid cheek. 

No mother's kind caress was theirs to feel, 

No sympathizing brother cheering words did speak, 

When battlefields' sad death our comrades fate did seal. 

No sarcophagus or costly urns are o'er 

The bodies of the humble soldiers here. 

But we honor them for the toils they bore. 

As though Egyptian columns were o'er each bier. 

The soldier in the ranks as much risk ran 

As plumed warrior on his charger proud. 

Though subordinate he proved himself a man. 

And his grateful country praises him aloud. 

Now we'll strew flowers o'er their lowly graves. 

And decorate them as brothers of our own. 

And as near them the weird yard grass waves. 

We deem we've a token of friendship shown. 

So rest in peace, dear comrades in arms. 

Till the bugle calls with a heavenly note ; 



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The nation is now free from all alarms, 
Because for legal prestige you bravely fought. 
Now, kind friends, we'll leave them calmly sleeping 
Until another cycle of time rolls duly round. 
And we'll leave the drooping willow weeping, 
Till we come again to strew flowers on the ground. 



TO INDIAN WAR VETERANS. 

Address of a superior officer of the Indian department at Washington 
to an Indian War Veteran of Oregon, A. D. 1888. 

Art thou the Oregon robber whose deeds have reached 

my ears ? 
When thou waged relentless war as Eve understood. 
And filled the Eastern mind with horrible fears 
When thou didst steep thy hand in innocents' blood. 
Like a hound thou track'd the aborigines to their lair, 
When morning's light in the East had scarcely beam'd. 
And in cold blood, horrid acts did do and dare, 
At which thy sleeping victims, never dream'd. 
Art thou the monster in human form, of olden time ! 
Who laughing held the bleeding victim's scalp aloft. 
Just stripped from the dusky maiden in her prime. 
Whilst thy ruffianly gompanions stood round ^nd 

scoffd. 



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Dost thou not know we ken all thy gory deeds, 
Were done in coldest blood, in Occidental land ! 
Dost thou not know thy exalted country bleeds 
For the atrocities of yonder blood-stain'd band ! 
Yes ! the shrieks of the victims reverberated o'er the 

vale, 
And it seemed as tho' shuddering angels told us thy 

crime ; 
Now on our consciences we blushingly tell the tale, 
And think thy heart is made of clammy, soulless slime. 

THE veteran's REPLY, STOICALLY. 

I AM no robber, and disdain exploits to boast ! 

Nor have I waged useless war as ye understand. 

So free your unsophisticated mind from a demon 

ghost. 
For my hands are clear from innocent blood in yonder 

land ; 
I am no dog that I should track the fleeing prey, 
When gi^ay morning's light usher'd in the misty morn 
I've done no cold-blooded act by night or day, 
No sleeping creatures have I from slumber torn. 
I deny that Fm a monster, but human as ye see, 
And in my youth would scorn a scalp to take, 
But in duty defended woman on mount and lea, 
When miscreants would their manhood forsake. 



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I know not what you think, but you're to reason blind. 
For the Occident we held against the hostile foe, 
When my exalted country in its duty lagged behind, 
And refused us succor in our direful woe. 
The shrieks of those victims sounding o'er the vale, 
Were from our wives and daughters in deathly tortures 

dying, 
And thereby on your consciences hangs a dreadful tale 
That in the Annals of History there'll be no denying. 
Now, mark ye ! The symbol that I wear upon my 

breast 
Proves the many perilous days I've yonder spent. 
Anon ! This spirit will be soothed in immortal rest. 
Then all my vengeful foes their spleen may fully vent. 



THE DIVINITY OF NATURE. 

O Nature, njan hath made efforts to define the'e by fix'd 

laws, 
Framed by his mental power and for future guidance 

made ; 
Thou hast been from the beginning God's effective 

cause, 
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Slow is the march of intellect though often triumphs 

crown, 
Rewarding men endowed with acumen keen, 
Oft by excavations and shafts in the earth sunk down, 
He will discern where anciently thy mighty hand has 

been. 

Scientific men disagree when they bend before thy 
shrine, 

Theories are put forth different views to disseminate ; 

Beyond doubt this world was made by Almighty de- 
sign, 

No matter for bygone changes or whatever may be its 
fate. 

We note material comes to earth from yond' etheraal 
sky 

When hissing meteors with velocity descend with glow- 
ing fire. 

If we bar the law of gravity, how do they come to 
this earth nigh .? 

Behind mere gravitation there is a Power more higher, 

Questions in philosophy the minds of fickle men con- 
found. 

Though nature's moods are many, there is a spirit in 
man 

Which sees as in prophetic dream, and on which hia 
hopes are ground, 



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That he who can make such worlds can also a Heaven 
plan. 

'Tis not for man to e'er gainsay the works of God above, 

For if we gaze on yond' mountain high, or turn unto the 
sea, 

Or action of sun's piercing rays or e'en yond' flowery 
grove, 

All these are undergoing changes by God's effective de- 
cree. 

Yonder moon, though slowly traveling, makes her in- 
fluence felt 

On this mundane sphere, for she repelleth the ocean's 
waves, 

As the earth spins swiftly in her natural airy belt. 

By her the waters are held back as tho' they were her 
slaves. 

Immense pressure is , made to bear hard upon the 
rolling sea. 

Which checks the waters' flow, by lunar influence 'tis 
done. 

Then towards the poles, North and South, the water cur- 
rents flee. 

Their greatest points of departure are neath the tropic's 
sun. 

Antagonism also plays an important part in heavenly 
sky, 



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'Tis an organism of the universe like motion and life, 
Each sun and planet is kept in its orbit place soaring 

high 
By constant antagonistic forces of far off stella;; strife. 
All this we call nature, so curious, wonderful and grand, 
That man by these realistic truths is astounded and in 

thought 
Will ponder on the source of nature's power on sea and 

land, 
Convinced that none but the Great Unknown all these 

wonders wrought. 



IN MEMORIAM. 

LINES WRITTEN ON THE DEATH OF THE LATE GENERAL 
P. H. SHERIDAN, U. S. A. 

The hero of fierce battles rests in a patriot's grave, 
His sufferings now are o'er, and all his duties done ; 
His warlike spirit will meet those comrades brave 
Who drew their sabres, and noble victories won. 
Shenandoah's vale henceforth shall know no slave, 
For freedom's flag was upheld by Mars' valiant son 
Who led the dashing charge midst storm of shell and 
gun. 



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His name is lauded o*er every land and wave, 
And to bring us peace hard contests resolutely fought ; 
His presence in the perilous charges oft did save 
The ban^ of iron men when foes deep strategy wrought. 
His worthy deeds on fields of carnage surely did pave 
The road to fair renown his martial daring sought, 
And dearly was each battle won, by blood and treasure 
bought. 

The flag he defended floats half-mast to the breeze, 
And the drooping eyes of comrades tell the stricken tale; 
Sad is the news that o'er the continent flees : 
''Sheridan is no more," words which e'en his olden foes 

bewail. 
The symbol of respect is hoisted afar o'er the seas, 
In memory of him who in battle was impervious as iron 

mail, [fail. 

Whose motto was to conquer, and whose heart did never 

We mourn his death, and the nation bows with grief, 
And offers sympathy to friends here he lov'd so well. 
The army drapes the colors for its lamented chief, 
And solemnly toll the notes of the warriors funeral bell. 
In God's camp on high he'll meet the guard of relief, 
Who'll salute the new born angel whilst heavenly anthems 
swell, \^we//. " 

Knowing he did his duty here, and countersign, '' AlFs 



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THE LILIES OF THE FIELD. 

*' Let us consider the lilies of the field, 

How they do grow yet neither toil nor spin." 

Spontaneously to nature's laws they yield, 

As invisible food from the soil they win ; 

Blooming and running their life's swift race, 

From tiny seeds they sprung to maturity's stage, 

Emblems of purity and elegant grace. 

Admired by lovely nymph and learned sage. 

Ye toil not, for ye have no cares to dread, 

Ye spin not for to hide your snowy charms ; 

To all vain impulses of mankind you're dead. 

And you gaily thrive in spring's gentle storms, 

Unconscious also of your exquisite existence 

Though your vitality keepeth strong awhile. 

Alas ! like man, your Hfe quickly flees from hence, 

Tho' unlike him in this for jyou are free from guile. 

How mysterious even sages pause to think, 

Wondering what is the principle of your life. 

At their own miscomprehension abash'd they shrink, 

Feeling they are creating a tiresome mentai strife. 

Florists oft' ponder when ye wilt and die, 

(And all your pristine beauty has pass'd away) 

Where that life went to which bloom'd so gay in Ma> 



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Your destiny is to grow apace and bloom, 
In strict silence your varied changes pass, 
But like most worldly matter your natural doom 
Is to become a disorganized human mass. 
Ye vanish not entirely, for your dregs remain. 
And in other forms chemically converted range, 
For matter is indestructible, and tho' it briefly wane 
In nature's laboratory, 'tis ever subject to a change. 



ODE. 

THE PIONEERS OF THE N. W. COAST. 

Afar in yonder land Oriental of our clime 
Some members of a race of pioneers passed the time, 
Discussing pros and cons of an immigrating scheme, 
And forth they boldly went to fulfill their daring dream. 
They started self-reliant new domains to explore, 
Bidding adieu to friends perchance they'd ne'er see more. 
Indomitable will and prudence marks their career, 
Dangers confront them and enemies are in the rear, 
Ambuscades they pass where treacherous foes do lurk ; 
Even then they do and dare, right onward do they work, 
For their motto is ''Advance," the wilderness to roam, 
To lay the germ of empire to spring from log cabin's 
home. 



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At last they reach the Eldorado of their hearts' desires, 
And discuss the future prospect before their camp fires. 
Eureka ! they exclaim as they view the fertile plain, 
Intuitively in thoughts their vision sees the smiling grain. 
New hopes bring comfort now their toilsome march is 

done, 
And the goal of earthly happiness by them seems almost 

won. 
With energy and alacrity the primitive cabin is made. 
And inside their humble home their worldly goods are 

laid. 
Among these goods there is a gift God did give unto man, 
It is the Sacred Book that reveals redemption's plan. 
Into the weird-like wilderness made dark by savage sin, 
The pioneers of progress took the Family Bible in. 
That consolation they might find in their new phase of 

life, 
And nerve them on to victory in the civilizing strife. 
Many anxious days and nights they spent upon the 

virgin sod. 
No protection here on earth but their rifles and their 

God. 
But here we can't the sickening and bloody tales now 

tell, 
How in the bloody strife women shriek'd midst demons' 

horrid yell ; 



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We'll not depict the quiv'ring forms when maidens look'd 

aghast, 
As savage fiends in human shape made that sad look 

their last. 
All that is past, and gentle peace now supremely reigns, 
And where our race's blood was spilt, now grow the 

shining grains, 
They were surrounded by savage foes for many an 

anxious year. 
When after lapse of time the race of red men disappear, 
'Tisthen the fruits of pioneers' toil for posterity doth loom. 
Towns and cities spring right up with a business boom, 
Fine school-houses and universities and colleges abound, 
And best of human happiness in every heart is found. 
Men of fine parts are brought forth in the Halls of State, 
Commerce and intelligence combine to make the country 

great. 
A tribute of praise is due the pioneers for their courage 

and zeal 
In giving posterity a heritage to enrich the common weal. 
So now we bow in gratitude for the immense debt we 

owe. 
For we are reaping rich fruits that the pioneers did sow. 
Let us their memory cherish as one by one they die. 
Hoping God will reward them all in realms beyond the 

sky. 



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TO THE RAINBOW. 

Behold yond* rainbow with its varied hues, 
Whose inimitable colors are gay to view, 

The sun s reflection the hazy sky imbues, 
And the arch resplendent all its tints renew. 

Evanescent as a ray of light it stays, 
As if 'twere a glimpse of Heaven's own scenery there. 

Slowly it dieth out, and dimmed become its rays. 
'Tis vanished ! But none can tell us where. 

And such is human life, and if moral we would draw. 
In this world of strife man rises to his highest state, 

But when his Creator willeth comes the inexorable law, 
He fades like the rainbow, and Death is his sure fate. 



ADDRESS TO THE DEITY. 

O Thou who art beyond this vast space, 

All wise Creator of every sphere. 

Who twirleth huge worlds in their race. 

And setteth man to rule Thy creatures here ! 

We cannot pry into Thy motive so sublime. 

That Thou hast mankind here made 

To breathe and live and die in so brief a time, 

And their works decay and moulder in the shade. 



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Thy ways are not our ways, O great God above ! 
And we feel our dependence is on Thee, 
But oft Thou hast shown Thy holy love, 
Permitting us some of Thy wondrous works to see. 
Thou art incomprehensible to us below, 
And we only perceive Thee by Thy works of love ; 
Thy spiritual features none of us now know, 
Nor shall we 'till Vv*e reach Thy courts above. 
We feel all our actions will be sifted up in heaven, 
That we've done in all our lives on earth. 
O God, in mercy grant we may be forgiven, 
And all be renewed by angelic birth I 



ODE TO JERUSALEM. 

Jerusalem, once happy land. 
Thy turf grows over thee, 

Now pilgrims from ev'ry strand 
Come devoutly o'er the sea. 

Hail ! Mighty empire of the past. 
Thy children adore thy name ! 

Deep in their hearts thy site is cast. 
And extoU'd by sterling fame. 



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Jerusalem, once home of the brave, 
Where great patriarchs did roam, 

Pious Pilgrims sing o'er David's grave 
Who are far away from home. 

Hail, great Psalmist 'neath the sod ! 
Your songs forever remain, 

And the tunes are heard by the living God, 
When sung in piety's strain. 



THE RECORDING OF THE ORAL LAW. 

Alas ! when Jerusalem was destroyed 

The people fled from thence far away, 

In Alexandria the chosen were annoy'd, 

And calamities were rife each day. 

But the learning of the people was preserved 

By their God's almighty hand. 

And He in compassion never swerved 

And the books were ta en to Jumnia land. 

The literati went to Tiberias in Judea, 

O'er them presided the ''Nasie," of great fame, 

He and the Rabbis did Jehovah fear, 

And won for themselves an eternal name. 



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Jehiida, fearing the traditions would be lost, 
Wrote the ''Mishna,*' from opinions of the learned, 
Sparing neither expense nor counted cost, 
And for that act great fame from the chosen earned. 
Jochanan compiled the Gemara ; 
In Tiberias the learned sages did sit 
Who on the ''Mishna '' worked each lawful day, 
And ^^ Completion " these wise men named it. 
The Babylonians who lived under Persia's King 
Scorned the work of Jochanan's tribe, 
And from the ''Mishna '' would neither read nor sing, 
And for the work would not subscribe. 
At last a council was called of holy men. 
Inspired interpreters of ancient writ. 
Who rewrote the volumes, counting more than ten, 
And the wisdom of the ''Talmud " by their genius was 
fit. 



SONG. 

(iSRAELITISH. ) 



Happy the time when the sons of Israel the Huggab did 

play. 
And with the Toph accompanied their melodious lay. 
And mark'd time with the Sistrum in concerts so grand 
When everything flourish'd in Palestine land. 



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The S'chalishim with three strings fine notes did sound, 
While men and maidens in merry dance went round. 
But now where are they gone, those blessed on earth, 
Who joined chorus of praise to great men of worth ? 
They have sunk with their instruments to silent decay, 
And we as their offspring sing this solemn-toned lay. 
No more kettle-drums shall sound in the battles' array. 
For the bold warriors are sleeping that were first in the 
fray. 



AN EULOGY. 



Smart little ''Bertie," so thoughtful and kind, 
By the '* MuseV pen shall not be left behind. 

We record her brightness in asking for aid 
To paint her loved Church so it shouldn't fade. 

And preserve from decay the house of the Lord 
Where ministers expound the true Holy word. 

She went around and made her wants known, 
And in charity they aided her wishes to crown ; 

They lent to the Lord but He'll surely repay 
Tenfold or more at some future day. 

Now ''Bertie" was glad to succeed in her plan, 
Light-hearted and happy to her home ran ; 



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She told to her people the collection was made, 
And ''Bertie's" good name shall not lay in shade; 

For Jesus hath said in his sweet charity 
''To suffer little children to come unto me/' 

And let us hope when " Bertie " grows older 
That Jesus' love will ever enfold her ; 

And may she be a comfort to her kindly friends, 
Until to heaven her sweet soul wends. 



CONQUIESCAT IN PACE. 

Lines written on the death of Wm. Henry Wootten, who died 25th day 
of December, 1875, at Victoria, B. C. 

Thou restest beneath Vancouver's sod 

Near Fuca's sounding sea ; 

Thy soul we trust is with thy God. 

Now 'tis from thy body free. 

When I read in daily "news " of thy death, 

My heart was sorely tried, 

I read the message with bated breath, 

To learn my friend had died. 

I knew thee on the " Persia's" deck 

When thou wert young and gay, 

Our boyhood's home is now a wreck. 

Deep sunk in " Orange Bay." 



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I knew thee on the giddy mast 
When mad Storm King whirled by, 
And now thy form is deeply cast 
Where sea-winds their requiems sigh. 
And, one by one, each dear shipmate 
The anchor of Hfe lets down. 
While the living ones patiently await 
God s time for a glorious crown. 
When the last trump shall sound 
O er land and Neptune's main. 
We pray thou wilt then be found 
In God's immortal train. 



THE DEPARTED YEAR. 

Adieu, old friend, thy time has flown 
To realms of the vanished past. 
And where seeds of happiness were sown, 
May they by sadness ne'er be overcast 
But fruitful joys spring up anew 
In the years which are to come, 
And may our sorrows be so few 
'Twill be needless to count their sum. 
And may the motives and acts of our lives 



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To posterity as good examples shine, 
Industrious as bees in honey'd hiv^es, 
And hewed square and plumb to marked line. 
So farewell, Old Year, thy time has gone 
From out the period, but not from mind, 
For we'll cherish thine evVy day as one 
That links us to joys thou left behind. 



SONG. 



Let us paddle in our light canoe 

Upon yonder dashing stream. 

And skimming o'er the surges woo 

And think of love's fond dream. 

We'll run the rapids with delight. 

And laugh at dangers near. 

And dart into the inlet's bight 

Without a sign of fear. 

Well quaff from wood-nymph's babbling cup, 

As we o'er the billows skim, 

And from the heart, love's nectar sup, 

When we to prying eyes are dim. 

We'll guide the fragile bark's course. 

Through tortuous channels' surge. 

By skill with energetic force, 

We will our light bark urge. 



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ACROSTIC— MARRIAGE. 

Long may you live and happy be 
On this terrestrial sphere, 
United in love, — from all ills free, 
Impressed that God is near ; 
Secure in His almighty power 
And meriting His love, 
No friend but wishes you each hour 
Divine grace from above. 
May you enjoy all earthly bliss 
On every land and sea, 
Deserving God's ever-kindly kiss, 
And the best of wishes from me. 



THE HOMELESS GIRL. 

I WANDER to and fro, and on charity depend 

No one to guide my youth or no brother to defend. 

Weary at mind, and sick at heart, I trudge from door to 

door, 
O God ! it is a pitiful sight to be so very poor ! 

The rich folks can have joys which to me are e'er denied ; 
I've sat at their door-step many times and sadly I have 
cried. 



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From ladies IVe met with kindness as oft their love is 

sure, 
Yet it is very hard for me so young to be so very poor. 

Sometimes hard visaged folks will give me a stony- 
hearted stare, 

For such a one as me they say that they've naught to 
spare. 

All their scoffs and insults I have always to endure, 

Because, forsooth, they all know I am so very poor. 

The school-girls are sometimes good, for kindly do they 

give 
A portion of their luncheon so that I might live ; 
Gentle are their manners, and their hearts feel very sore 
To think that one of their own sex should be so very 

poor. 

At nights, too, when IVe no money to pay for a humble 

bed, 
I lay me down to rest with a hard stone 'neath my head. 
Before morning's light I rise, for the vans make such a 

roar, 
That causes but little sleep for one who is so very poor. 

And often I'm awaken'd by rough orders to " move on," 
By a man that is warmly clad, and as fine as any Don, 



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Whilst I am in rags and tatters Tm taken by this boor, 
To the nearest City Jail because I am so very poor. 

I'm tried before a magistrate, and then to prison sent, 
When by this harsh sentence my very brain seems rent ; 
This mandate of the law sends me reeling to the floor ; 
Crying, ''O my God, have mercy on all the suffering 
poor ! " 



A PANEGYRIC. 

On the late James Montgomery, Esq., — Poet, Editor, and Patriot.- 
Died April 30tli, 1854. 

Memory brings to mind thy presence before me, 
After many toilsome years Fve spent ; 
The oppressed masses did truly adore thee 
When for their freedom thy mind was bent. 
In thy sanctum in my youthful days I knew thee, 
Ere I was prompted other climes to roam ; 
Thou hast been in my thoughts on land and sea, 
When at '^ Fargate," in thy musing home. 
To know thy qualities was surely to admire 
Thy kindly heart and intellect so great ; 
In thy soul was kindled liberty's bright fire, 
Which on thee brought the ire of sternly state. 
Yet unsubdued thou devotedly fought 



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The fierce battle 'gainst tyrannic might, 
And in the van of action the ^^ Iris " sought 
To vindicate man s eternal right. 
'' Gale," too, thy sterling and gifted friend, 
Ye were chivalrously welded in embrace. 
The rights of freemen boldly to defend ; 
At this epoch the effects of your acts we trace. 
To bristling power, ye would never bend, 
Thou in a prison's cell fill'd a patriot's place, 
And ''Gale" to Columbia his way did wend 
Hurling back defiance to the tyrant's face. 
Alas ! in ''Carolina " were heard his last wails, 
And for liberty he breathed a fervent sigh, 
Montgomery ! The angels, thy spirit now hails, 
Where the God thou worship'd sitteth on high. 
On " Hallamshire's" mount thou lay down to die, 
Where once " Waltheof," the hero bold, did roam. 
Who did the warlike Norman often defy, 
In defence of his much loved mountain home. 
But now thou hast past o'er Jordan's sacred tide. 
From thy much prized, secluded home. 
With the sisters " Gale," thou art laid side by side, 
Yet thou wilt e'er be remember'd by thy "Switzerland's '' 
bright tome. 

Note.— Mr. J. Gale died at Raleigh, N. Carolina, August 24th, 
1841. He was one of the first stenographers of Congressional reports. 



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ODE. 

ON THE ADMISSION OF CALIFORNIA INTO THE UNION OF STATES, 

1850. 

A pioneer's muse from Oregon greets ye, Argonauts, 

Who founded California's splendid State. 

Some came o'er plains and some in boats, 

Around the Horn to the Golden Gate. 

Memory recalls to mind the hurrahs sounded 

As the old "Oregon " steamed up the bay, 

Her cannon boomed as to windward she rounded, 

Bringing the news : ''We're a State," Hurrah ! 

That night the City in gay revelry burst out. 

And every citizen, in the highest glee 

And ecstasy at being '' admitted," gave forth the rousing 

shout, 
''From Territorial fetters we're now forever free !" 
October was the time set to celebrate the event, 
And grand displays the civic board prepared, 
In due course of time all pioneers went ; 
Both high and low their hospitahty shared. 
The procession formed and marched to music's strain, 
Gay banners flew and fluttered in the breeze, 
Loud cheers were given o'er and o'er again. 
At the good news that came from o'er the seas. 
And as friends sat around the festive board. 



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Some singing; songs of ^^Auld lang syne ; " 

Some for their blessings thanked the Lord, 

And others drank good healths in wine. 

Hark ! what is that? the shock their pleasures mars ; 

Convulsive shook the earth around the City gay 

Like unto the thunders of a dreadful war ; 

" The steamer ^Sagamore' has blown up ! " say they, 

Alas, too true ! 'longside of ''Long" wharf she lay, 

With human freight on board to Stockton bound, 

By scores they met their death, nor time to pray, 

And many scalded and mangled too were found. 

From pleasure to pain the crowd great anguish felt, 

But aid was rendered ere the boat did sink. 

At sight of mutilated corpses in grief they melt, 

And some were the brotherhood of the mystic link ; 

As in the grave we dropt them one by one. 

We shed to their memory ^'The strangers tear/' 

Hoping their spirits to Heaven have gone 

Was the silent prayer of each Pioneer. 



TO ROSEBURGH, OREGON. 
RosEBURGH, SO bcautifuUy situated and gay, 
The ''Muse," to thee indites a humble "Umpqua^lay ; 
Thou nestles 'neath forest hills fringed with green, 
Most perfect picture of some fairy scene. 



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Thou art like an orb that is shining bright, 

Casting its dazzling beams to cheer the night. 

And the centre of action dispensing good deeds 

By legal enactments as the good country needs. 

On Umpqua's banks thou stands where our lots are 

cast, 
And may thy future fate be as fortunate as the past I 
Hoping thy prospective development surely will be 

sought. 
And by Capital and Labor peacefully be wrought ; 
And remuneration made to them who will unfold 
The advantageous position thy lovely site doth hold. 
Thou hast been the first home of bright men of the State, 
Many jurists, statesmen, and some of talents great, 
Whose names in thy archives handed down will be 
As a legacy to generations to all eternity. 
Thy salubrious climate would Italy almost match. 
And in the fishing season anglers huge salmon catch. 
Thy founder, too, is hale and hearty like a rose full 

blown. 
Who has deeds of charity often broadcast sown. 
Flow on, old ''Umpqua," past our city's serene shore, 
Each wave that forms on thee we'll ne'er see more. 
And as thy flood rushes to the expansive sea, 
We be reminded the current of our lives rolls swift like 

thee 



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And the springs of Helicon in time will become quite 
dry, 

So to thee, good city, the ''Muse " now says — '' good- 
bye/' 



IN MEIMORIAM. 

Lines written on the death of S. S. Mann, Esq., late of Coos Co., 
Oregon. Died in San Francisco, April 13th, 1888. 

We bow in grief, as though we were nigh 
To him whose spirit hath gone on high. 

Though distant far his body is laid. 
Yet here the record of his life was made. 

He served his country ; aye, and served it well! 
Which friendly tongues in Coos can tell. 

His goodness was done with bountiful eyes, 
To ease sad grief and stop orphans' sighs. 

New England's son hath gone to God above, , 

The heart hath ceased to beat once full of human lova 

A Pioneer now rests on California's shore, 
-Alas ! whose spirit on earth we'll see no more! 

Adieu ! To thee whom the muse admired, 
Who by the '' divine afflatus " is inspired, 

Yet fired with truth as all our lays should be, 
So that in Heaven we may meet with thee. 



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LINES 

WRITTEN ON THE OCCASION OF THE CONNECTION OF THE 

RAILROAD BETWEEN CALIFORNIA AND OREGON, 

DEC. I3TH, 1887. 

Hail ! welcome day of event so great 
That connects fair Oregon with her sister State ! 
Thrice welcome, you who come the road to view I 
All honor to you for 'tis your v/orthy due ! 
And may this crowning act bring all great joy, 
Prosperity to spring, and no dull cares annoy. 
Cementing friendship with an ironlike clasp, 
The riches of each state to fairly mutually grasp ; 
And the ladies fair wdio ride o'er this new route 
Shall be greeted by friends with welcome shout. 
And may the maiden — spinster — also the goodly wife, 
Carry good impressions back to last through life ! 
And may the towns along the line new impulse feel, 
By the last spike being driven of the road of steel I 
God grant the managers of this gigantic scheme 
To realize all the good of the capitalistic dream. 
May the employes and employ'd live in peace, 
To help each other their happiness to increase. 
And when, in future years, posterity looks back, 
Feel that they've reaped blessings from united track ; 
And when all are called hence to live above, 
Be the partakers of God's heavenly love. 



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REQUIESCAT IN PACE. 

Elegy on the late Captain J. A. Richards, an Indian war veteran of 
1855. Died at Roseburgh, Oregon, Nov. 2nd, 1887. 

The old soldier has laid his shield aside. 

Alas ! life s spear is broke in twain ; 

No more he will the ranks now guide, 

For God his noble spirit has ta en. 

No more he will command or lead, - 

In the van of battle hell be no more ; 

Well he performed his duteous deed, 

He's fought and won sweet Heaven's shore. 

Revered and honored unto the last, 

Surrounded by loved ones in sorrow's gloom, 

O'er his placid brow affection cast 

Its enchanting spell when near to the tomb. 

O death, where is thy sting ? 

O grave, where is thy victory? 

E'en ye strike and hold a regal King, 

And leave us only — memory's story. 



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ACROSTIC. 

Thy voyage of life hath stormy been, 

Hard has thy lot been cast ; 

Onward thou strode with undaunted mien, 

Regardles-s of the rudely blast. 

Disappointment with cankering care 

Each step thou took beset. 

Rejoice, and all thy ills now bear, 

All may be happy yet. 

No sparrow falls unto the ground 

Denied aid from on high, 

E'en for thy ills a balm may be found, 

Rewards come by and by. 

So shall God's light shine for those in shade, 

On the gospel page our hope is laid, 

Nor will He desert what He hath made. 

Note.— Thorder is brother to Anderson, the Danish poet, and is a 
friend of the author. 



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MARTIAL MUSIC. 

Lines suggested on hearing the ^' Siege of Vienna** played by a 
military band. 

The mustering to battle, 

The roll of the drums, 

And muskets' quick rattle 

When fierce foeman comes ; 

Hark ! loud cannon now boom, 

Dashing charges are made. 

And dire is the doom 

By this war piece portrayed. 

When the notes rise and fall, 

By imagination 'tis seen, 

The breach made in wall 

Where the ladders careen. 

Silence ! for steps lightly tread 

That seem marching to parapet high; 

Tis the forlorn hope who is led 

By him that's to do or to die. 

They mount the ladders so high, 

Up the steps so valiant they soar. 

The defenders soon them espy. 

Along the walls the cannon do roar. 

The breach is gained by the brave, 

The musketeers fire all around, 



LYRICS OF THE UMPQUA. 97 

They rush, alas ! to the grave, 

As forward the foemen now bound. 

List ! the carnage of blood is great, 

In the square and in the street, 

And continues until late 

Whenever the stragglers meet. 

Now hark ! for the city is ta en, 

'Midst shrieks of women's wild yell. 

Who prefer to be ruthlessly slain 

As dearly their honor they sell. 

Anon — hark to the groans of the dying, 

And the rush of those fleeing away, 

The fatherless, motherless, crying, 

While the victors weak citizens slay ! 

The heroic de-fenders are routed, 

Alas ! seeking a refuge in vain ; 

Even the voices of the victors are shouted 

By the music's imitating wild strain. 

Now a lull in the carnage takes place. 

When the order is given to sack, 

In the notes of the music we trace 

The rattle of the plunder they pack. 

The oaths of the soldiers in madness, 

The shrieks of the victims they kill, 

Then come tremulous strains of sadness. 

That are echoed afar o'er the hill. 



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By degrees the firing is slacking, 
The death-deaHng work is near done, 
Some slight cutting and hacking, 
And hurrahs for victory won. 
The change to a dirge is quite solemn, 
It means they're burying the dead. 
In places, perhaps, find a whole column 
Piled up, whose blood has been shed. 
The bugles are calling ''To camp,'' 
The besiegers all lie under arms ; 
Hark ! to the sentries' slow tramp. 
'Tis a truth that ** music hath charms." 



THE RESCUE. 

Hark ! list to the uproar, and yond' loud- toned shout ; 
The sound draws nearer and nearer to the ear, 
'Tis fire ! fire, and the staunch brigade is en route, 
When the heart of the mother trembled with fear. 
"- 'Tis our mansion on fire ! O God, pity us all ! " 
She cried out in her agony of darkest despair ; 
On ihe name of her child in shrieks she did call 
With face pale as marble and dishevel'd hair. 
She knelt down to pray with tears in her eyes. 
And to God fervently called on His gre^t Mercy-seat, 



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Saying, '' O Father ! Thou art good and also art wise ! 
Save my child from the flames, I implore, at Thy feet ! " 
Furious was the fire where the child slept below ; 
Smoke filled the room where the anxious mother stay'd ; 
No escape up above, and with fire the stairs all aglow, 
While the engine the water on the fierce fire played. 
The gadders were reared by the firemen so brave, 
Who mounted, the inmates to take in their arms. 
They beckoned to the mother, and gently did crave 
That she'd trust to their strength and banish her alarms. 
She rush'd to the window and looked on the crowd. 
Wringing her hands with her features wrinkled in woe, 
Crying in her excitement and misery aloud, 
* ' My child ! my child ! O save my child ere hence I go 1 " 
'' Your child is safe ! " a stalwart fireman cried, 
*' For 'twas myself who carried the cherub down." 
Then on the devoted fireman the frantic mother relied, 
Assured her child was safe, banished terror's frown. 
'Midst cheers of the crowd the hero lands her safe, 
And almost bewildered she flew to her child. 
When she pressed to her bosom the tiny sleeping waif, 
Caressing it in accents of endearment so wild. 
She thanked the brave firemen, then looked on high. 
Said, '' Father above us, 'twas Thee I implored. 
And Thou heardest my supplicating cry. 
And Father, Thou art w^orthy to be ever adored ! " 



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ZEUXIA. 

(a picture with a moral. ) 

Before his easel Zeuxia took his stand, 

To paint a picture with a master hand. 

The features of an old woman was his artistic dream, 

So we'll describe his true and fancied theme. 

Aged, decrepit, wrinkled and stooping, 

Her form was lean and shriveled, shoulders drooping, 

Haggard, blear-eyed, with sharp protruding chin, 

Wizened as tho' gaunt famine had made her thin ; 

Ghastly bony cheeks most hideous to behold. 

And all her features cast in a cheerless mould. 

Her skin was sallow-hued, sunken her slobbery mouth, 

With flabby lips as tho' parched with blighting drought; 

Her mouth awry and open, her toothless gums dis- 

play'd ; 
The sight of such a picture would Xantippe have dis- 

may'd. 
Her arms were long, and unsightly knots there grew, 
And saffron colored finger-nails the artist drew ; 
Emaciation and ugliness were the lineaments of each 

feature 
Of the picture on the easel of God's much lov'd 

creature. 



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'Twas finished ; then this great artist stepped back to 

gaze 
On the horrifying creature of his fanciful maze. 
He laughed ! He gazed astonished, laugh'd again, 
Immoderately laughed loud and long, with might and 

main. 
Ah ! suddenly a deep pain he felt, and 'midst joyful 

feelings sigh'd — 
By the quick emotional reaction in great agony he died. 
His laughter at the ridiculous figure of his creative brain 
Brought him to death by the- uncontroU'd laughing 

strain. 

MORAL. 

Now a moral we draw from Zeuxia's drawing of art ; 

To the youths it does a solemn warning impart, 

That when on a journey should they aged persons meet 

With stooping gait and tottering weary feet. 

Ne'er to laugh or scorn at their scraggy looking features ; 

Formerly they were lovely to view, and beautiful 

creatures. 
Like yourselves their full cheeks bloom'd with human 

love, 
Their eyes shone with light like twinkling stars above, 
And with pulses beating as strong as yours are now. 
Their Hfe blood quickened to a healthy hearty glow. 



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For you may become like the picture the artist drew, 
When creeping- age will bid your youthful blooms adieu, 
And should you scoff and laugh, or mockery fling, 
Beware ! you may like Zeuxia receive death's darting 

sting ! 
His talent formed one who in God's image was made. 
And the Scriptures tell us all our beauties sure will fade; 
For dust we are and unto dust we will turn ; 
All in the likeness of Almighty God we should ne'er 

spurn. 
The youth — the adult — the hoary aged the same — 
Returns again to dust from whence all mortals came. — 
So respect old age, and with veneration greet 
Whenever the deform'd and decrepit you chance to 

meet ; 
For many bear infirmities which the outside world ne'er 

ken, 
Who submissively bow m secret and say to God — 

** Amen." 



EPISODES OF THE MARINER'S LIFE. 

When on the stormy seas sailors are in glee. 
And jovial and cheerful are the crew ; 
With spirits light they make dull care to flee, 
And many strange sights come to their view : 



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When gallant ship with lofty sails 
Fill'd out with stiffening breeze, 
And in the hurricane's circling gales 
They watch from the high cross-trees. 
And when the waves are dashing o'er 
Her bulwarks, when sailing free, 
They stand away from peaceful shore 
All atauLiito from weather to lee. 
They see lightning flashes in the sky. 
They hear thunders loudly roar, 
When keeping her to ** full and by," 
And oft her sails in twain are tore. 
In midnight watch, murky and dark. 
When close reefed against the wind 
Sometimes they sight a star to mark 
And then their true position find. 
When the deck has been clean swept 
By rough seas rolling o'er. 
Their hearts to stern duty sure are kept, 
Tho' loud may the tempest roar. 
The helmsman at morn's watch so dark, 
As surging waves roll alongside, 
Notes by the binnacle's flickering light 
The compass point the ship to guide. 
When squalls strike with awful blast, 
And the lofty mast goes by the board, 



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The wreckage to leeward then is cast, 

And fouled is every cord. 

If a lull comes, then is rigged a jury-mast, 

Aloft 'tis raised, and sails are spread, 

All standing rigging is made fast 

And by old "Boreas" she's forced ahead. 

Slow is her speed with no light sails 

To catch the zephyr winds aloft 

Cautious is the captain in sharp gales, 

And the top-sails are reefed quite oft 

When in the " doldrums " near the 'Mine," 

And sails are flapping fore and aft, 

The sea like a mirror then doth shine, 

And no ripples are seen in wake abaft ; 

The porpoises play and sport in glee, 

'Neath the bows in ' ' schools " they dart, 

Harpooners to weather and to lee, 

Pierce the * ' sea-cow " to the heart 

When look-out man at mast-head high 

Spies a stranger in horizon's gloom. 

Loud in stentorian voice he'll cry, 

** Sail ho ! " when off lee bow she'd loom. 

As she draws near they signalize ; 

The answer is hoisted, ''In need of stores. 

On their kindness she relies. 

Quick relief-crew bend to the oars. 



LYRICS OF THE UMPQUA. 105 

Anon, the farewell signal is given 

At dog watch she becomes a speck. 

The hope of reward is assured in Heaven, 

For charity bestowed on the stranger's deck. 

They sight poor wretches on the dreary sea, 

Who've been from some ship cast away. 

Whose frail raft was drifting to the lee 

As helpless and sea-washed they lay. 

They lay the main top-sail to the mast, . 

And soon the good ship's way is stay'd, 

Quickly rescuing each starved outcast. 

Then on her course the ship is laid. 

On the raging deep they often see 

Humanity's blessings freely poured, 

The weak to the strong for succor flee. 

And Pity is oft in a rough bosom stored. 

When fever-stricken ship at sea is spoke 

Whose '^mpedicine stores " have given out, 

When dreaded contagion themselves may yoke. 

Then for volunteers the mate will shout. 

Disdaining self, aVv'ay they speed, 

And by a line to windward send aboard 

The saving drugs they stand in need ; 

Tis such acts that should be with cheers encored. 

Sailors when pacing deck in thoughtful strain, 

Running down the trades on even keel, 



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Their hearts will be far away o'er the main 

To those for whom they affection feel. 

And when '' Homeward Bound " with hearts so light, 

They feel for their '* Native Land '' that throb 

Of nature — which to all good men is right — 

Such feelings tyrants even from a slave can't rob. 



AN EPOPEE— LIFE ON THE FRONTIER. 

Hark ! to yond sound on the mount's high range ! 
The yells are terrific, most hideous and strange. 
Ah ! 'tis the war-whoop and the foe on the path ! 
He is seeking revenge in red painted wrath ! 
And here unprotected, alone, we've to stand 
To battle for home and our dear native land, 
No help but our fortitude and courage as well, 
To meet and defy that inhuman wild yell. 
O, great God, to thy care my offspring I leave. 
My dear wife and kindred I hope will not grieve, 
At my absence to join in volunteers' slim array, 
In a sparsely settled country in the hostile affray. 
But what we lack in numbers well make up in skill. 
And by our superior aim many foemen will kill. 
'Tis on the defensive henceforth we will act, 
And fight for our lives with frontiersmen's great tact 



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Now we march to the battle on the trail, — single file, 
O'er deep craggy canons in skirmishing style. 
The bloody battle is fought, and the victory won, 
And away to the forest routed red men swift run. 
We bury our dead, and for last solemn rites tarry, 
When we march back to our homes with our wounded 

to carry ; 
We arrive at our cabins, grim, ragged, and torn, 
Cheered by our friends we had left so forlorn. 
We gently break the news to the friends of the slain, 
And hie to peaceful pursuits 'till they break out again. 
After a few anxious months* toiling and scouting around, 
Then again on the mountain we hear the war-sound, 
When a sad repetition of bloody strife again comes. 
Then we haste to the war to defend our lone homes 
They call it patriotic, and as leading to fame. 
But it is carnage and privation that getteth the name. 
O" God, what a contrast there is in men's lives ! 
For some of thy beings seem to be always in gyves. 
They're fetter'd with woes which are hard to withstand. 
Especially when battling with a blood-thirsty band. 
We sigh for sweet peace that to us is a star 
More beautiful and pleasing than desolating rude war. 
So that industry may be rewarded and affections may 

bloom, 
And the red hatchet be buried forever in the tomb. 



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SONG. 

Away to the forest where the wild torrents roar, 
Away to tread trails that wild Indians have wore, 
Away to the glades where the deer love to roam, 
Away to the lodge of the Pioneer s home ! 

Away to the fairy dell in the deep shade, 
Away to meet there my dear loving maid, 
Away to the arbor of bold Cupid so sly, 
Away to sweet Hymen and stern parents defy ! 

Away to Elysium's gay shady bower, 
Away to happiness without lucre's dower. 
Away from scenes of our childhood so dear, 
Away to confront the harsh world without fear ! 

Away to enjoy life with the maiden I love, 
Away ! for our future lives are shielded above ! 
Away from the deceit that round us abound. 
Away ! for true bliss we will then have found ! 



SONG. 

Thoughts of other days spring up 
When youthful joys were ours. 

And sweet nectar we did sup 
Beneath the shady bowers ; 



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When youth and joy were ours to share 

With kindly friends around, 
No signs of sadness e'er to wear, 

For mirth did well abound. 

No folly rent our peace of mind, 

For virtue was our aim ; 
Affection round our heart's entWin'd 

And we won an honored name. 



ON DEATH. 
(a soliloquy.) 



And what is death that we should fear his dart ? 

If he strikes swiftly our woes will soon be o'er ; 

He steers no compass course shaped by mortal's chart, 

But strikes his victim on rough seas or tranquil shore. 

Why should we sorrow when from friends we part, 

Whose life-long virtues we truly did adore ? 

In time the messenger comes gliding on the trail ; 

With stealthy steps he tracks each ebbing life. 

And causes human anguish 'midst deathly wail. 

Surely he is the victor in the harrowing strife ! 

And as the gentle spirits of his victims fail, 

He cuts the slender thread that holds the span-like life. 



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All men must die, but God grant it be one death 
Let it not be one thousand in our lingering- span. 
Death is an athlete that is never out of breath, 
But reaches the goal at last by nature's sternest plan. 
His victories are ne'er crowned with laurel wreath, 
And true is the aim of the chief of Hades clan. 

Tis useless pleading gainst his inexorable law ; 

He is invincible, and when sharp his sickle has struck, 

In his mandate we find no sign of flaw ; 

Tis his delight in epidemics to run a-muck. 

Then he bringeth forth the most calamitous woe. 

And vampire-like, life's blood he loves to suck. 



LINES ADDRESSED TO WILLIAM WAKE, ESQ. 
(of osgathorpe. ) 

To you, kind friend of olden time. 

My muse in deep respect has turned ; 

I well remember when in your prime 

The esteem of all true men you earned. 

No false pride entered your good heart. 

And though far from your presence I write, 

If a kindness you can impart, 

I believe you'd do it day or night. 

Our sires were friends of the olden school, 



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Whose spirits have long since passed away, 
They followed the precepts of the golden rule, 
And lucre did not their spirits sway. 
Adieu, for our time here can but be brief, 
And may jyour last days be spent in peace I 
Now you're in the sere and yellow leaf 
And may God grant you a heavenly lease 1 



LOW ASH. 



Where are those joyous spirits now, 

That used in thy precinct to stay ? 

Their souls were filled with a heavenly glow 

Too pure for mortality's clay. 

Alas ! methinks some are at rest 

Beneath some churchyard's stone ; 

Maybe some in this life are blest, 

Exalted in high circled zone. 

Some of those spirits have roamed no doubt. 

In lands of far foreign clime ; 

This life has many a varied route 

For mortals to spend their time. 

Our good, kind tutor has gone away, 

His noble wife too, — a lady fair, — 

They did our youthful minds once sway, 



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With most assiduous care. 
We that are left remember sure 
.^ The garden and round grass-plot, 

And the salubrious air so pure, — 
*' Low Ash," thou'rt not forgot 



BIBLE BLESSINGS. 

My Bible I will. read aloud 

To them who cannot read, 

And chase away the darkened cloud 

That ignorance doth breed. 

And as I understand the text 

To the poor I will explain, 

Although their souls be sorely vex'd, 

It will banish heartfelt pain. 

Despondency may cause them grief, 

And their sins may heavy weigh ; 

God will bring them sure relief, 

And drive their cares away. 

Holy Bible, book divine, 

Thy sacred page is full 

Of loving words in every line. 

And blessings there we cull. 



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SONG. 

WHERE shall my sweet child rest ? 
For parted soon well be ; 

May she by truest love be blest, 
From sorrow e'er be free ! 
Where will she go as years onward roll ? 
Ah me ! I cannot tell ; 
Deep-seated grief will fill my soul, 
And life be a broken spell. 
Where will she be when I am old, 
And feeble is my frame? 

1 love her more than Ophir's gold, 
Though changed be her name. 
Where will she be w^hen I am dead, 
And laid beneath the soil? 

Shell think of all the words I've said. 

And bear in mind my toil. 

I pray thee, God, to bring her rest, 

For I truly trust Thy love ; 

With Thee I know she will be blest 

And shielded from above. 

That feeling is consoling now, 1 

To think Thou lovedst my child. 

Else, Lord, 'twould be a terrible blow 

And send me raving wild. 



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HAPPINESS. 

Behold yond mansion in umbrageous shade : 
Tis fair to view with minarets of gold ; 
To its hospitable portals a winding road is laid, 
And beds of rare flowers its gay borders hold. 
Inside the domain works of art are there, 
The hall is strewn with relics of the chase, 
The poor from rich tables get a bounteous share, 
And leave with grateful heart and smiling face. 
The gallery with fine paintings high is hung, 
Rich tapestry drapes in decorated rooms so gay. 
Where melody is poured forth and operas sung, 
And the wassail bowl is drank with wild hurrah. 
Within luxurious parlors wealth and beauty vie, 
To add splendor to the happiness of home. 
And love doth reign with no regretful sigh, 
And peace and virtue smile beneath its dome. 
The retainers' lives are passed in merry mood ; 
No city cares come cankering to their souls ; 
In their retirement no envy fires their blood. 
But high aloft they toss the wassail bowls. 



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A REVERIE. 

How wonderful and acute is the intellect of man ! 
Throughout long ages his knowledge has augmented. 
Though his life is but a brief and fickle span, 
He has hard problems solved and deep science entered. 
What is he that to him alone great mental power is 

granted ? 
For he's a pigmy in stature to others of God's creatures; 
From the cradle to the grave by curiosity he's haunted ; 
Ah ! but he has the image of his Maker in his features. 
He's endowed with deep penetration, and meditation 

great, 
When guided by logical reason, great are the returns ; 
Branches of science and mechanism are brought to a 

perfect state. 
And like Alexander for more worlds to conquer his 

heart e'er yearns. 



REASON VERSUS BIGOIRY. 

Behold yond towering rock that has for ages stood 
The onsets of raging storms, of Winter's angry flood, 
Inorganic and motionless its various elements show ; 
Nature compressed its first atoms by process still and 
slow. 



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She subtly compounded particles of silicic and sand, 

Lo ! now it beareth the impress of a Master's mighty- 
hand ! 
/e cannot fathom its massive base, or how deeply it 
doth lie, 

As it rises from its primitive bed, in stature soaring 
high. 

And with those tiny grains assiduously nature work'd, 

Moulding its characteristics like a fairy spirit she lurk'd. 

Of her many mysterious ways man but few can ever 
scan, 

Although her domain is oft invaded by scientific plan. 

To Thee, O God, creator of this spacious whirling 
realm, 

We bow in admiration, for Thou boldest the guiding 
helm. 

We can turn our thoughts from rocks to jungle's thick- 
set shade, 

And note the numberless creatures Thou, O Lord, has 
made. 

Toward yond vast firmament in wonder we can look. 

And read the stellar sky as 'twere from a heavenly 
book ; 

Then in deep contemplation our thoughts can soar to 
Thee, 

Who ruleth all these worlds in supreme blest majesty ; 



LYRICS OF THE UMPQUA. 1 17 

And as we turn away our gaze from scenes grand and 

sublime, 
We feel Thou wert infinite from beginning of all time. 
Even from rocks and living creatures we can read Thy 

holy name ; 
Natural and spiritual laws to trained minds are e'er the 

same, 
And this moving sphere revolving on its axis, round 

and round, 
Yet we see not its motive power, and we hear not a 

single sound. 
Some laws of the universe Thou wiliest man should 

know. 
As yet in Thy wisdom this rare knowledge cometh 

slow. 
We thank Thee at this era enthusiastic men can ex- 
plore 
The sky, the earth, vast seas, and delve in the fossil'd 

shore, 
1 o examine Thy wondrous works by latest theories 

given, 
And by Thy power of exaltation wed the souls of men 

to Heaven. 
Noiu all can pursue and advocate their theories grand 

and fresh, 



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Without fear of persecution, or being caught in the 
bigot s mesh, 

As were Bruno, Copernicus, GaHleo, of ancient fame ; 

Each one has left to posterity an immortal, noble name. 

Some were burned and tortured in that dark and ob- 
scure age ; 

But they daringly tore out the leaf of bigotry's be- 
nighted page, 

By proved sciences known to man now living on this 
sphere. 

We know God s handiwork (unsuperstitiously speaking) 
> has been here. 

In love forever He is working man's knowledge to in- 
crease. 

And from hidden recesses of nature slowly her secrets 
He'll release. 

Perhaps 'tis His will and pleasure w^hen man's spirit can 
it retain, 

The real phenomena of the universe He w^ill to him 
explain. 

Kingly lips have said that there is nothing new under 
the bright sun, 

And saints have taught there is a season for everything 
to be done ; 

Lord, grant us true knowledge that wull lead our minds 
to Thee ! 



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Also that agnostics and sceptics Thy glorious works 

may see ! 
And so beholding be convinced Thou rulest Heaven 

and earth, 
And for the love Thou hast for man, gave us Jesus of 

virgin birth, 
That all mankind should worship and bow to thy holy 

name. 
For like unto nature's workings from Thee His great 

powers came. 



HINDOO MYTHOLOGY. 
Brahma was kept inside an egg, but by power of thought 
He broke the egg in halves, that had held him in ages 

past, 
Which had confined his spirit and his mind his freedom 

brought; 
For three billion four hundred years, in the egg he had 

been fast. 
From the two halves of egg he fashioned heaven and 

earth. 
Then he created man, who called forth from chaos, ten 
** Heavenly Sages," who created bad spirits and spirits 

of worth, 
Also, the Sages created the ^'Gandharven," and Apsa- 

rasen. 



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Then Brahma, like a pious hermit, from his work did 

retire. 
To lead a godly upright life all his remaining days. 
*' Lotus-eyed " Apsarasen were required by magic and 

lyre. 
To try and induce Brahma to change from his godly 

ways. 
But the Apsarasen's enchanters had certain bounds not 

to exceed. 
So as to cause any holy man his solemn vows to break ; 
For the anger of the gods would descend without 

mercy, indeed, 
And on them severe chastisement sternly would wreak. 
But the beautiful Apsarase Rambha succeeded alone, 
To turn pious Brahma from his vows of hermitage. 
When she was punished by being turned into a stone, 
For the incensed gods were all in a terrible rage. 
At last the Apsarasen with the Gandharven united. 
And conjointly they managed the mad gods to amuse. 
To all the feasts of the gods they were cordially invited. 
And with merry songs and dances did good humor in- 
fuse. 

Note. — The Hindoos, believing in the supernatural effects of music, 
as well as that the sound was agreeable to the gods, surrounded their 
heaven-god, Indra, with hosts of performing genii called "Gand- 
harven, ' * and with female dancers and performers called ' 'Apsarasen. " 



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HYMN. 
(evening. ) 

We seek God's counsel from on high 

Where angels dwell in peace ; 
To Him we turn with hopeful cry. 

Our burdens to release. 

If we would follow His holy creed, 

And our hearts are quite sincere, ^ 

Then He'll tend and help in need 

All who His great name fear. 

* 
His commands He has handed down 

For His children to obey, 
And He on us will cast His frown 

If we ever them gainsay. 

Good Lord, we ask Thy aid this night, 

That we observe Thy way, 
To keep us ever in Thy sight, I 

That we go not far astray. 

And as we lay us down to sleep, 

Pray watch us through the gloom, 
That when the morning star doth peep 

We wake not to sinners doom. 



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HYMN. 

(for the sick.) 

Lord, Fm enfeebled on this bed, 
Weak and helpless here I lie ; 

All the joys of life have fled, 
O pardon me before I die ! 

Jesus died that I might live ; 

On His cross I now rely; 
Lord, my spirit Thou receive. 

But pardon me before I die. 

Friends around are struck with anguish. 
Some do weep and some do sigh ; 

On this bed I toss and languish, 
O pardon me before I die. 

Let me feel Thy love is o'er me, 
For Thy word tells the reason why, 

That Jesus died by Thy decree. 
That we be pardoned ere we die. 

I leave friends here, but when I*m gone. 
Hear them when to Thee th-ey cry. 

So their hopes may rest upon 

A pardon from Thy hand on high. 



LYRICS OF THE UMPQUA. 123 

Now I will try to sleep awhile, 

For to my soul Thou drawest nigh ; 

I seem to see Thy angels smile, 
And saying — '^Come join us by and by." 



HYMN. 

(morning). 

When my eyes awake, lo, I behold 

A glorious scene, O God ! 
The sun away misty clouds has roU'd, 

And his warmth falls on green sod. 

Night vapors vanish at his rays, 

And every thing I see 
Fills my soul with wondrous praise, 

And glory unto Thee. 

I know how feeble man is here 

In this our earthly vale, 
To his wants Thou wilt give ear, 

If he tells his sorrowful tale. 

I ask Thee to guard me all this day 

From danger and foul sin. 
That when Thou callst me hence away 

Thy kingdom I can win. 



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I ask Thee to guide my friends aright 
Each day they live below, 

That when they enter in Thy sight 
They'll see Thy Heavenly glow. 



HYMN. 
(missionary). 



Christians, arise ! for benighted nations groan. 
Go teach the wn^- o1 salvation in each zone ; 
Teach them that onr Saviour died for all 
Who are repentant, and on Him will call. 

Fling out the banner with the holy cross ; 

Tell the pagans in deep oblivion their idols toss ; 

Exhort them to obey the holy written word, 

And the sword of righteousness on their loins to gird. 

Go ye, saint-like men, to wildernesses shade. 
Go ye to your dusky brethren God has made, 
Dig and delve in the mines 'of deistic sin. 
So that God's grace can fully enter in. 

Break the stony idols that in their temples stand, 
And let the Bible be in every pagan's hand. 
And come, sweet sisters, of our exalted race, 
Help us to wipe out this dreadful sad disgrace. 



[LYRICS OF THE UMPQUA. 125 

The heathens call on mountain and on plain ; 

There let us plant Christ's banner ever to remain. 

It s stood the test of ages, and will till trump shall 

sound, 
When our bodies will raise again from the sea and 

ground. 



HYMN. 



Fain would I fly to thee, my God, 

For comfort and for rest ! 
Grant me consolation from Thy word, 

To make me eternally blest. 

Surrounded by sin in e^very form, 

O shield me from its bane. 
That I may avert Thy angry storm 

So that I may Heaven gain. 

I know I am a sinful worm 
That can be trodden down ; 

When first my life began its term 
The seeds of sin were sown. 

To Thee I lift my heavy eyes, 

To Thee I appeal in faith, 
To Thee I offer up my cries, 

To avert Thy bitter wrath. 



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Let me the wicked paths e^er shun, 
To turn away from venal guile, 

That when my race is duly run, 
Thoult grant Thy gracious smile. 



HYMN. 



There are good tidings waiting 
For them who obey the Lord, 

And sinful w^ays are hating, 
And study His good word. 

O yes, the Messenger was sent 
To teach the Heavenly road, 

Who to the crucifixion went 
To lighten our heavy load. 

Then the evangelists afar went 
To preach what Jesus taught. 

To help the weary and the faint 
Each one his testimony wrote. 

Their proofs have not been shook 
For near two thousand years. 

And that holy inspired book 
Has brought infidels to tears. 



LYRICS OF THE UMPQUA. 127 

O yes, the tidings spread around ! 

Let the Nations hear the news ! 
Hark ! listen to the glorious sound, 

Descending like heavenly dews. 



HYMN. 



LofiD, when thou'rt displeased, rebuke me not, 
Avert thine angry frown from me ; 

All my transgressions I pray Thee blot 
From out Thy book eternally. 

I know Tm weak and prone to sin, 

And leave the paths Thy saints have trod ; 

To Satan's ways I'm more akin. 

Than to worship Thee, my living God. 

O let Thy anger be kept in place. 
Pour it not down on me, Thy son ; 

For I will my sinful steps retrace, 
And repent of all the sins I've done. 

Hear me. Lord, with thine ear of grace, 

List Thee to my calling voice ; 
O turn not away Thy holy face ! 

Let me aspire to become Thy ohoice. 



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My sins are heavy, they weigh me down, 

Sad is my soul 'till I call on Thee ; 
Let me put on Thy Heavenly crown, 

That Satan from my soul may flee. 

I humbly pray on bended knees, 
With clasped hands I make appeal ; 

Henceforth 1*11 bow to Thy decrees. 
If thou wilt my transgressions heal. 

Make my spirit more tranquil, Lord, 
Soothe passions lurking in my breast ; 

Expound to my soul Thy holy word. 
And make me numbered with Thy blest. 

Now I praise Thee, Jehovah great, 
That knowest the frailties of us here ; 

The Messiah didst us reinstate 

When He was pierced by the soldier's spear. 

Holy ! holy Lord God above, 

In Thee my faith shall ever be, 
For Thou art full of Heavenly love ,. 

And reignest in Eternity, ] 



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HYMN. 

(tune, ''the watcher.") 

Christ gave His life as ransom 

To deliver us from sin ; 
And He so Heavenly handsome, 

Man's atonement He did win. 

He reconciled our Creator 

By offering His blood ; 
And then in three days later 

Before His Father stood. 

He sacrificed Himself for all, 

No matter of what degree ; 
And when we read the Gospel call, 

We find Pilate's dire decree. 

His enemies cried aloud in din 

To crucify God's Son ; 
The rabble was deeply steeped in sin, 

Yet He salvation won. 

And we'll ne'er forget the bloody knoll 

Where He suffered for mankind, 
Good Lord, Thou saved every soul 

That is not to error blind. 



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We ask God s blessing as we sing 
Good praises here below ; 

To Emanuel, Saviour, God and King. 
In humility we bow. 



HYMN. 



Great God of Heaven, supreme Judge of earth, 
We bow at Thy shrine of holy light, 

Our souls arc struck as with a dreary dearth, 
Take pity on us in our sinful plight 

Tormented by vain hopes and fears. 

Oft torrents of passion consume our souls ; 
In grief we live, and with eyes fill'd with tears, 
. To Thee we present our suppliant rolls. 

Turn not a deaf ear to our earnest cries, 
O give us relief from this weight of sin ! 

Hear our repentant and harrowing sighs, 
And to our souls let Thy spirit enter in. 

We seek Thy face ; let us not sigh in vain ; 

We ask Thy love, though undeserving now; 
Under the influence of dark passion's bane, 

Disobedience has caused us sins to sow. 



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Lord, let our Redeemer console us here, 
Send Him with Thy halo of light for all ; 

With Him for our friend we will not fear, 
Nor shall Satan s vengeance us appall. 

Again at Thy footstool now we kneel, 
In humility and shame to Thee confess ; 

Thou knowest how wretched now we feel, 
O do Thou us forgive and forever bless ! 



HYMNo 



I OPE my eyes, and lo, behold, 
I see God'o gifts around ! 

Delightful scenes my eyes unfold, 
For His goodness doth abound 

Tho' born in sin and sorrow's lot, 
Yet His benefits ever shine ; 

By God the penitent is ne'er forgot, 
His love doth e'er entwine. 

Tho' sown in weakness here below, 
God by His power can raise, 

And all His glorious works do show 
He merits our constant praise. 



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As chaff before the wind we fly 

From the doom of dark despair, 
And call on Him that lives on high, ^ 

With sweet angels in His care. 

Holy — holy Lord, above the cloud. 

We cry aloud for very shame ! 
Thou exaltest the humble and lowerest the proud. 

That dare to scoff at Thy name. 



HYMN. 



The spirit that within me dwells 
Tells me truly of a love divine ; 

An inward monitor surely tells 

A hopeful truth that Heaven is mine. 

Though sick'ning sorrow may appall. 
My soul awhile may be cast down, 

Yet if I in prayer on God will call, 
Sweet peace will all my efforts crown. 

For God is love, and my prayer doth soar 
To Him, and I ne'er implore in vain ; 

And though beset 'midst breakers' roar. 
He'll take me safe to shore again. 



LYRICS OF THE UMPQUA. 133 

His promise He will most surely keep ; 

My soul trusts to His graciousness, 
For there is a time to laugh, as well to weep, 

And all good men's actions He will bless. 

My spirit longs to soar to heaven's space, 
Those realms beyond the azure sky. 

Lord, I would seek Thy pardoning grace, 
As to Thy breast I fain would fly, 

I shall ever trust Thee, Lord of heaven, 
As by Thy Son our grace is wrought ; 

By His blood I hope to be forgiven ; 
Salvation by His death was bought. 



HYMN. 



Fain would we fly to Thee, O God, 

Our Father and our Friend, 
So Thou couldst instil Thy sacred word, 

And succor to us send. 

The cares of the world now weigh us down, 

Th« load is hard to bear. 
We reap the fruits of sin deep sown. 

Which won our heart-strings tear. 



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Thy laws, O God, if disobeyed, 
Brings their own punishment sure, 

And all Thy power is then arrayed 
To scourge the evil doer. 

We long to dwell in Thy sweet realm, 
Where we Thy grace could find. 

O steer us with Thy guiding helm, 
To leave our sins behind ! 



HYMN. 



Our souls shall not in oblivion lie, 
When our mortal frames are dead, 

For from the cross there came a cry. 
When Jesus bowed His head. 

That cry went forth to heaven high, 
That believers might still live ; 

Wc know His holy spirit is nigh, 
Our confessions to receive. 

Good Lord, we now confess to Thee, 

In humility and shame, 
For we turned our eyes to iniquity, 

And hallowed not Thy name. 



LYRICS OF THE UMPQUA. 135 

But Thou art merciful and just, 

And for Thy grace we plead ; 
In Thy charity we put our trust. 

To help us in our need. 

Rake out our souls from oblivion's dust, 

Lift out our spirits sure, 
Soften our hearts' dull hardened crust, 

Make us refined and pure. 

And when Thou callst from yonder height, 

May we listen to Thy Voice, 
Redeemed conquerors in life's fight. 

May we become Thy choice. 



HYMN. 



Glory to Thee, my God in Heaven, 
Who rulest the universe with power ; 

To us Thou hast most freely given 

This earthly sphere as a precious dower. 

May we tend it with due care 

Acceptable to Thy holy sight; 
For we of Thy great bounties share 

When Thou bringest to view scenes of delight 



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'0 



Nature is arrayed in emerald hue 

To gladden our senses and please our minds ; 
Each day Thou dost the scene renew, 

And garlands of beauty Thy love binds. 

The starry heavens Thy power do show. 
The seas and mountains colossal rise ; 

WTiere'er we turn, where'er we go, 
Thy exalted works do us surprise. 



HYMN. 



Hark ! I hear yond tolling bell 
Calling sinners to God's throne, 

From craggy mountain, plain, and dell, 
Sounding with a heaven-like tone. 

Yes, it calleth to the sinners 

To bear in mind the acts they've done. 
If they heed it, they will be winners, 

And reach the home that Jesus won. 

Aye ! He won it by His blood, 
Nail'd like a felon to the tree. 

Whilst round Him weeping sisters stood 
Crying, *'Lord we hope in Thee." 



LYRICS OF THE UMPQUA. 137 

Yond bell is tolling for the upright, 

So they steadfast can remain ; 
It seems to say that Heaven's in sight, 

And men's worship is not in vain. 

The solemn tones of yonder bell 

To children's tender minds w^ill bring 

The hope of Heaven or the fear of hell, 
And make their budding sins take wing. 

The cadence of the last stroke given 

Still lingers on our list'ning ears, 
And like the music of sweet Heaven 
It cheers our fast declining years. ^ 



HYMN. 



Lord, fit us for Thy realms above, 

Heavenly mansions Thou hast made ; 
Extend to us Thy holy love, 
O leave us not in benighted shade I 

And when in that celestial 

Our ethereal spirits soar in joy, 

Do Thou gently lead us by Thy hand 
Where no earthly sins annoy. 



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Grant we may sing in joyous tone, 

And homage offer unto Thee, 
Where the lamps of life have e'er shone 

From beginning of eternity. 

May we greet the angelic race, 

Those now winged cherubs of olden times, 
Whose history we've loved to trace, 

And with them offer our sweetest chimes. 

Hallelujah, hallelujah, to Thee above 1 
And forever be Thy glorious name I 

O give us faith in Thy holy love. 
And keep us from backsliding shame. 



HYMN. 

Glory be to Thee, my God, 

My everlasting King ; 
Thou wert where'er I trod, 
With angels on the wing. 

Glory and honor to Thy name. 

My Father to Thee I sing ; 
Keep me always from sin's blame. 

That my conscience ne'er may sting. 



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Glory and power be to Thee, 

Supreme Judge in realms above, 
For all our actions Thou canst see, 

And canst cheer us with Thy love. 

Glory and peace we offer now, 

In humility we pray ; 
To Thy name we lowly bow, 

O take us from sin away I 

Glory and homage are ever due 

To Thee in heaven above ; 
For thy mercy we now sue, 

Ever trusting to Thy love. 



HYMN. 



We know there is a God supreme. 
For His marvellous works we see ; 

It surely is not a passing dream 

That we mark them on land and sea. 

Our senses cannot so far stray 

That we heed not His blessings here, 

For He dispenses night and day 
His charity and kind cheer. 



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From youth to age He mercy pours 
On every one that is born, 

And watches o'er our childhood s hours 
So that we should not be forlorn. 

He reigns above the storm)^ cloud, 
And his eyes are o'er us cast ; 

No obstacle His eye can shroud 
In the present or the past 

O yes, there is a God of grace, 

Most bountiful and just. 
And all of us will see his face 

That in Him put our trust. 

Teach us and lead us to Thy throne, 

Above the ethereal sky, 
That when we leave this earthly zone. 

Hosannas we may cry. 



HYMN. 



If I should ever separated be 
From my dearest friends so kind, 

O God, wouldst Thou draw near to me. 
And I ever Thy kind favor find I 



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May the Comforter descend to my soul, 

And cheer all my exiled days, 
And like the magnet pointing to the pole, 

Keep true and steady to me always. 

May Thy holy presence e'er watch o'er me, 
As in distant realms I stray around ; 

May Thy guiding shadow go before me, 
And my footsteps follow it on the ground. 

Lord, be near me, awake or sleeping, 

Be Thou my guide for evermore ! 
And as thy hour-glass our time is keeping, 

Fit me for Thy glorious shore. 

Let me trust Thee, O great Father I 

Grant my safety to secure ; 
For I know that Thou wouldst rather 

That we should no cares endure. 

And when it pleases Thee to gather 
The wanderer to his loving friends. 

May I remember. Heavenly Father, 
Consolation to man Thou lovingly sends. 



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HYMN. 

Steer me clear from tempting sin, 
Lord, let me Thy temple enter in I 
Let me in there to reign in peace, 
Grant to my soul a Heavenly lease I 
Lead me not into the deep quagmire, 
To Thee I tune my fervent lyre, 
To Thee in praise I joyful sing, 
My God, my all, my sacred King. 
Shield me in my weakness here. 
Drive from my soul every fear, 
Strengthen me with Thy holy love, 
And fit me for Thy courts abova 
Thou sent Messiah my soul to save, 
And to lead me o'er the land and wave ; 
Instil into my heart Thy word, 
And make me know Thou art the Lord. 
And when I die, O save my soul, 
By Christ inscribed on Thy holy roll I 
Praise and hallelujah now I sing, 
To great Jehovah and holy King. 



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HYMN. 

I AM cheered by the ray of light 

That beams within my soul ; 
My breast is filled with fond delight, 

For my Saviour made me whole. 

Gladly I sing this song of praise, 

And my soul no remorse feels, 
To the Father my voice I raise. 

For he all my sorrow heals. 

Unchained from sinful course I stand, 

With no brand of vicious stain ; 
God's Word is read in every land 

That all souls may Heaven gain. 

What comfort, Lord, we all derive 

From out Thy words of grace I 
It is Thy will none to deprive 

From seeing Thy hallowed face. 

Whilst I have got a spark of life, 

111 obey Thee most sincerely, 
Like Abraham with uplifted knife, 

Show that I do love Thee dearly. 



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HYMN. 

To Thee, my God, I ofifer praise, 
As devoutly here I stand ; 

Thou knowest all my sinful ways. 
For theyVe countless as the sand 

I bow in heartfelt sorrow now 
To Thee, my God, in Heaven, 

And feel in spirit lone and low. 
And pray to be forgiven. 

O tenderly on me look down 
From off Thy Throne of grace. 

And me. Thy child, do not disown. 
Because I turned from Thy face. 

I've followed Satan's footsteps oft. 
And trod where he has been, 

Now, Lord, I cast mine eyes aloft, 
And henceforth on Thee I lean. 



HYMN. 
Sacred tunes we sing, hosannas now we cry, 
To Thee, O God, above, we in repentance sigh ! 
Stung by grievous sins our consciences do not approve. 
We lift our voices towards Heaven, trusting in Thy love. 



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We're prone to do wrong, and now supplicate Thy grace. 
Turn not away from us thy sanctified face ! 
But listen to our prayers, also our humble praise, 
As we to Thee tremulously our lowly voices raise. 

And what is man that Thou shouldst e'er for him care? 
Naught but a mortal being who cruel torments bear. 
His life is but a span of woes, dire discord and disease, 
And only at Thy footstool can his soul find any ease. 

So we kneel down in adoration of Thy kingly name, 
Asking for Thy blessing, as by Thy mandate here we 

came ; 
Thou madest us in Thine image, so forgive us ere we 

die, 
As we to Thy throne of grace in humility draw nigh. 

Thou sent Thy Son from Heaven to save us from sins, 
And all them who trust in Him a home in paradise wins. 
Show us the path to tread, the straight and narrow road. 
Our sins to leave behind so our consciences ne'er to 
goad. 

And when our earthly race is run, hosanna s may we 

sing 
To Thee, our God in Heaven, our great and glorious 

King, 



146 LYRICS OF THE UMPQUA. 

With angels for companions who sing to Thee in 

Heaven, 
Waving flags of peace and chanting, *' Oiw: sins are now 

forgiven. " 



HYMN. 



(missionary.) 

How scattered are the Lord's flock ! 

In zealous bands they love to roam ; 
Though sprung from a saintly stock, 

Yet some are far away from home. 

Far away in distant lands they spread 

The tidings of a Saviour's love 
To them whose souls have ne'er been led 

To know there is a God above. 

They work in a»vineyard where fruit is green ; 

Hard toil is theirs that must be done ; 
They see many a revolting scene 

Before the truimphal crown is won. 

This scattered flock are duly working 
For the salvation of human kind ; 

In those benighted lands there is no shirking, 
But the bond of brotherhood they bind. 



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Boldly must they face fatigue, 
Oft dangers menace in front and rear ; 

But with their God they are in league, 
So forth they march devoid of fear. 

Malarious fevers spread in their camp, 

Beasts of prey lurk round at night, 
And oft they hear the hostile tramp 

Of treacherous foes that come to fight 

And vi^hen toilsome martyrdom is o'er, 
Sickly and feehle some return to die, 

Alas ! some are laid in a foreign shore 
Whose spirits God hath ta en on high. 



HYMN. 



Guide us, Lord, with Thy right hand 
When treacherous foes are lurking round 

Unseen by us, yet Thou canst wave Thy wand 
To the place where vilest sinners abound. 

Framed in falsehood, beset by human power. 
Deceitful men he in wait for our souls ; 

Lord, thou canst make their standing lower, 
As swiftly as this globe in its orbit rolls. 



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Puffed up by pride and vain conceit, 
Arrayed in gorgeous outside dress, 

Alas 1 they know not Thy mercy's seat, 
But are given to great ungodliness. 

From such, O Lord, let us turn aside, 
And list not to their vile discourse; 

For all is deception where such abide, 
From whence corruption hath its source. 

Lead us away from sin and darkness, 
Lest we should go astray from Thee, 

For better is solitude with bitter loneliness, 
Than for us to turn from Thy decree. 

Lord cheer us all as through life we go, 
Journeying on to man's last estate ; 

Life hath its trials and death brings woe. 
But patiently on Thee we will wait 

Chorus — Glory ! glory be to Thee, 

God our Father and our friend. 
Who from Thy great eternity 
Will succor to the needy send. 



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HYMN. 
(funeral.) 

Lo ! our dear sister sleepeth 

Locked in her Saviour's arms, 
Alas ! her kindred weepeth, 

For death hath took her charms. 

But she is now an angel pure, 

And resting up in heaven. 
There her soul hath found a cure, 

For God took what He had given. 

He took her spirit that did dwell 

Encased in a mortal's frame ; 
We know that He doeth all things well, 

For to her sweet Jesus came. 

He whispered to her words of grace, 

And told of His Father's love. 
Then with beaming halo on His face 

He took her to joys above. 

Cease weeping, sisters, O pray cease, 

And mourn not any more. 
Our sister's soul hath found release. 

And dwells on Jordan's shore. 



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Now we'll pray that God will take 
Compassion on all here, 

And for the blessed Jesus' sake 
Well pray beside her bier. 



HYMN FOR CHRISTMAS. 

Joseph and Mary had to flee 
And leave their friends behind, 

Before the Wise Men came to see 
The Saviour of mankind. 

The Star of Bethlehem shone that day 

The Son of God was born, 
As in the manger He did lay. 

The Virgin mother quite forlorn. 

Tis the anniversary of the birth 
Of Him who took our sins away. 

Salvation is granted o'er this earth, 
No matter what disbelievers say ; 

For when their time of death draws near 
At the eleventh hour they call 

(When they are filled with mortal fear), 
''Jesus have mercy on my soul ! " 



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HYMN. 

We're from pestilence and famine free, 
And bless'd with health, O Lord, from Thee ; 
How happy ought our lot to be, 
If we obey our God's decree. 

Healthful breezes fan every cheek, 
Of them that would thy favor seek ; 
Humbly we thank Thee in accents meek, 
For Thou'rt the dafender of the weak. 

No scourge oppresses, for here we stand, 
As marks of Thy all-powerful hand ; 
Grant us a place in Thy seraph band 
That sings to Thee in Heaven's land. 

We praise Thee for Thy goodness now, 
To Thee in thankfulness we bow, 
Within us rises a fervent glow 
Of love for all Thou dost bestow. 



HYMN. 



When thoughts of guilt bow down my soul, 

My God, I turn to Thee ; 
For, Lord, I'm like a horrid ghoul. 

That should from dark ways flee. 



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Despondency o'er my spirit steals, 
Deep is my conscience seared, 

My heart great inward sorrow feels, 
By me Thy wrath is feared. 

What is man that Thou mindful art, 
And ministerest to his desires ? 

Thou knowledge doth to him impart, 
To quench unholy fires. 

Born in weakness, but in Thy power, 
I appeal to Thee for grace ; 

O let me hide in Thy holy tower, 
And win the heavenly race. 



HYMN. 



Lord guide me from the enemy waiting 
My soul to slay with deadly sin, 

Fain would I the wicked be hating, 
To keep old Satan from entering in. 

Teach me to shun the baited trap. 

That would my wandering feet decoy, 
So I can avoid the dread mishap 

That seeks my soul to destroy. 



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Lead me with Thy holy zeal 

Which Thou oft our Fathers be showed, 
For Beelzebub my soul would steal, 

And my doomed spirit bow'd. 

Keep me from wretched dark despair, 

And take me under Thy wing, 
That my spirit may be light as air, 

And to Thy great glory sing. 



HYMN. 



We'll cross the river of Jordan soon, ^ 

And reach the other shore, 
Where trees will cast their shade at noon. 

When we are ferried o'er. 

Shaded forever will be our sins. 

No burning pangs well feel ; 
For all the sinners that Jordan wins. 

The goodly waters heal. 

In the city we'll find shelter good. 

To shield from sin and shame ; 
Refresh'd we'll rise from the cleansing flood ; 

And call on Jehovah's name. 



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Tis a refuge for the weary souls, 
Who have been careworn with pain, 

And as o^er them the water rolls. 
It will wash away each stain. 



HYMN. 

(for seamen). 



When tempest-tost on ocean's wave. 
We see God's power above ; 

He nerves the seamen to be brave, 
And guards them with His love. 

Grand and sublime the ocean rolls ; 

How dark and weird the sky ! 
The rolling waves with crested scrolls, 

Yet good sailors them defy. 

Reared and trained to duty's law. 
First to thedr God, then 7nan, 

The vessel may be pooped or yaw. 
Yet they ken the nautical plan. 

A wave may burst on frailest deck^ 
A spar perhaps carried away, 

Perchance the ship become a wreck. 
Yet, through God, they ne'er dismay. 



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So roll on, ye breakers, roll on apace, 

As windy cyclones blow ; 
Pious seamen will God's chart trace, 

The sacred book aloft and alow. 



HYMN. 



I THANK Thee; Lord, for favors sent, 
Presented by Thy hand above ; 

For when my earthly hopes are spent 
Thou sendest me sweet heavenly love. 

For who so great as Thee, my God, 

Who comprehendest all. 
And cheers me by Thy sacred word, 

And lifts me whene'er I fall. 

I feel, Lord, that I should grateful be 

For all gifts enjoyed here. 
And now upon my bended knee 

My soul to Thee draws near. 

I praise Thee in Thy holy place. 
The place not made with hands, 

O grant that I the track may trace, 
Where reign the seraph bands. 



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HYMN. 

There is a spring from which I love to drink ; 

The water iiovvs free for all to take ; 
And whene'er my spirits downward sink, 

My thirst from that fountain I oft slake. 

Refresh'd I rise a frowning world to meet; 

New life is infused into my soul ; 
I humbly kneel at God s mercy seat, 

And drink from the spring on Calvary's knoll. 

Could all vile sinners know the good 
That emanates from yonder spring ! 

'Tis where our Saviour oft hath stood 
When pilgrims did rich offerings bring. 

That fountain ne'er dries up at all : 

The purest crystal waters run. 
And when I obey the gospel's call. 

It sounds the knell that Heaven is won. 



HYMN. 



I'll take my " title deeds," into the courts above, 
And plead before the Judge of divinity and love ; 
I'll say that wiser men than me the documents have 

made 
And a right to salvation by them is surely made. 



LYRICS OF THE UMPQUA. 157 

The sceptics to my ''title deeds" will wonder at the 

sight, 
When they find what seems a mystery is so clear and 

right. 
The interpreters of old were wiser than they think, 
For the records of the disciples then were just from the 

ink. 
And after Christianity has stood thro' long ages past, 
'Tis more likely by our modern thought it will forever 

last. 
My ''title deeds" give me a heritage in lands beyond 

the sky, 
Where I hope to meet the present sceptics convinced by 

and by ; 

But it will only be by getting "title deeds " now be- 
fore they start. 
Which can be had for asking, and a regenerated heart. 
The " title deeds " are warrantee, and never known to 

fail, 
And can be gotten by the felon in the loathsome prison 

jail; 
But he must strike the shackles off that bind his soul 

to sin, 
Or else he never can the fold of good Heaven enter in. 
The rich man of the earth also can" title deeds" obtain. 
If he will from pride of heart and from pinful lusts 

abstain. 



138 LYRICS OF THE UMPQUA. 

And in charity to the poor folks, by alms freely given, 
Though he cannot go through a needle s eye, he can 

the gates of Heaven. 
The convocation of the learned men have ordained the 

decree 
By the ancient scrip before the inauguration of the Holy 

See. 
And what was theirs to trust to in faith shall ever be 

my creed, 
That is to love my God above, and help a brother in 

need. 
Then when the trumpet sounds the Judge above will 

say : 
*'By the * title deeds ' you held so firm you have surely 

won the day. " 



HYMN. 



No man can serve two masters here ; 

The choice to us is given, 
And all that would from Satan steer, 

Must obey the Lord in Heaven. 

But they that want to Sheol go 

Can follow Satan's wiles. 
For he will lead to sin and woe 

With artful crafty smiles. 



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He lays in wait for every chance 

To prey upon mankind ; 
You 11 find him in the ball-room dance, 

When folks are giddy blind. 

But the Lord is ever nigh to all, 

That are perplexed sore, 
And if we on His name will call, 

He will compassion pour. 

And if we've let Satan in before. 

And then repent sincerely, 
He'll drive him out at open door. 

And love us ever dearly. 

Now we'll sing in glee once more, 

And one Master only serve, 
We'll serve Him till we reach His shore 

Nor from His will e'er swerve. 



HYMN. 



Peace, perfect peace, bestowed by God on high ! 
Here no tears are shed, and hush'd is every sigh. 
Our hearts are light and free, no sin doth enter here. 
For we have a Saviour's love our spirits e'er to cheer, 



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Peace, perfect peace, ever reigneth here supreme ; 
Our souls are happy now as in ecstatic dream, 
For we know no sorrow, and we're free from pain, 
And we'll sing to God above a sweet joyful strain. 

Peace, perfect peace, Jesus conquered for all, 

When to His Father above from the cross he did call. 

The sins of mankind were then all forgiven. 

When He paved the true way to His Father in heaven. 

Peace, perfect peace, 'till to the tomb we all go ; 
W^hen our souls are in Paradise, God's angels will show 
Those places of peace and delight evermore, 
When we reach the precincts of the heavenly shore. 

Peace, perfect peace, in loving brotherhood, 
With angehc sisters, and our dear brothers good. 
We'll stray in that happy land united once more, 
And our voices in harmony, we'll Jehovah adore. 

Peace, perfect peace, for the nations all round. 

When the blasts of the bugle charge will never more 

sound ; 
The swords shall be rusted, and the forts all decay, 
When the Lord ushers in the Millennium day. 

Peace, perfect peace, hosannas we'll sing, 

To the great Lord of Heaven, our meek peaceful King, 



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Whose majesty and power are ever sublime, 
Whom the nations have worshiped, from beginning of 
time. 

Peace, perfect peace, to the heathens away, 
Far in the jungle from gospel's bright ray I 
The olive branch we'll carry far o'er the blue sea, 
To bring Thy dear children, O Lord, unto Thee. 



HYMN. 



Hark I hear the heralds blast, 
Proclaiming that Jesus died, 

So sinners in Sheol should not be cast 
If they become purified. 

A prescription He has made out 

To heal my soul from sin. 
And loving angels loud will shout 

When Gods Kindgom I go in. 

The remedy what His heralds proclaim 
And in sorrow weep for me. 

Is that I should call on His holy name, 
And lowly bend my knee. 



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My prayer and praise I'll to Him give, 
And humbly sue for grace ; 

Then I will a pardon surely receive. 
And my trangressions He'll efface. 

And then His herald w^ill forth steer 
To spread the news around. 

And make it plainly to appear 
A clean conscience I have found. 

Rejoiced will be my brethren's souls 
When God's herald doth so procl lim ; 

Far o'er the plains and mountain knolls 
Will be heard Messiah's name. 



HYMN. 
(bethel. ) 



We*ll dry our cups, and drink no more, 
But head our bark for Jordan's shore. 
With Christ at the helm we have no fear, 
For our Saviour knoweth where to steer. 

Tho' rocks and shoals beset our way. 

Yet from a true course He will not stray ; 

He is the Captain of a crew of braves. 

And no more well be old Satan's slaves, ^i-? 



LYRICS OF THE UMPQUA. 163 

Before the wind we'll run with flowing sheet, 
And our old ship-mates in port we'll meet ; 
We'll clear the decks, and for action clear, 
If Satan's imps should for us steer. 

A broadside we'll pour into their side, 
And triumphant on the gospel ride ; 
We'll give three cheers for Captain Christ 
And the flag of salvation to the peak will hoist. 



HYMN. 



Consecrate my heart, O God, 
And sanctify my soul. 

As I travel on earth's road 
Or where the waves do roll. 

Purify me with Thy grace ; 

Bestow on me Thy love. 
That I a sinful world may face. 

And grant me peace above. 

Let old things pass away. 
And new ones come instead. 

That brighter may be each day 
Which passes o'er my head. 



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Lord, have compassion now. 
As Fm kneeling at Thy feet, 

Implant upon my aching brow 

The stamp of pardon from Thy seat 



HYMN. 

(missionary. ) 

Yes, in the field the harvesters are at their goodly work, 
They are cutting swaths of sin from the Pagan and the 

Turk. 
They cut close to the ground the vile and stubborn 

frail, 
So that the influence of Pagan priests never more will 

prevail. 
Mahomet's power is now a myth all in the Moslem 

world, 
And the South-Sea idols are in the briny deep forever 

hurl'd; 
Now all their rites and ceremonies are as an idle dream. 
And no more will weeping widows drown in Ganges 

far off stream. 
No more will Buddhist priests the souls of men destroy, 
For now the good evangelists their harvest-men deploy, 
The Caffre shall lie down in peace, with no fear of' 

dread 



LYRICS OF THE UMPQUA. 165 

Of priestly orders given to cut off his benighted head. 
Afric's children bloody sacrifices never more will see, 
For the harvesters are dispensing the gospel true and 

free. 
No more shall the Maori to cannibalism be given, 
For the harvesters will give him hallow'd food from 

Heaven. 
No more shall the war-whoop sound and scalping 

knives be used, 
And the frontier pale-face woman by miscreants be 

abused ; 
For the harvesters have ta'en the camp of roguery and 

sin, 

And with their sickles cut a road to let the Bible in. 
No more shall the Esquimaux in rude barbarism roam, 
In yonder frigid region where he makes his frozen home. 
He shall be clothed with righteousness and our Saviour's 

love 
To fit him for the heavenly mansions in regions high 

above. 
Yes, the harvesters are reaping a rich reward most sure, 
And they have the spirit all hardships to cheerily en- 
dure : 
And when their work is done the Lord will to them 

say, 
" Come ye, enter in my vineyard to rest each night 
and day." 



1 66 LYRICS OF THE UMPQUA. 

HYMN. 

(for a child. ) 

O Lord, I rise from my little bed, 
And I know you did me wake ; 

In your good book 'tis surely said 
You'll love me for Jesus' sake. 

Suffer a little child to come to you. 
And hear my morning prayer. 

Now Lord to you I humbly sue 
For in Heaven you are there. 

Spare my father and my mother. 
And your goodness I will tell ; 

Love my sister and my brother. 
For I love them all so well. 

If e'er I'm naughty and sulky grow. 
Let me rude manners ever mend ; 

Lord, to you I kneel and bow, 
For you are my heavenly friend. 

You sent sweet Jesus for us all ; 

He'll love me when I do right ; 
Lord, let your blessings on me fall 

Every morning until night. 



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HYMN. 

When restless on my bed I lay, 

And my fevered lips are sore, 
A prayer to God I humbly say. 

And to Him my sorrows pour. 

He straightway then dispels my pain, 
And all my sorrows quickly vanish, 

And soon my normal strength regain, 
And sickly sufferings banish. 

Then with bright eyes and nerves more strong, 

And heart in a grateful mood, 
To God I turn my thankful song, 

And praise Him for his good. 

My sleep is sound ; refreshed I rise ; 

No ills surround to grieve. 
The vilest sinners He'll not despise. 

But will their prayers receive. 

How joyful it is then for me 

To acknowledge His great boon ; 

He makes my spirit light and free, 

Fift and soonor His aid came swift and soon. 



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Holy, holy, Lord above ! 

I praise Thy name on earth ; 
Thou show'd to man Thy holy love, 

By the gentle Jesus' birth. 



HYMN. 



Lord, lead me to Thy courts of Zion, 
For Thy word I will ever rely on ; 
Lead me where Thy cherubims sing 
Who to Thee sweet off rings bring. 

Lead me, tho' in sin I am sunk, 
And oft from Satan's bowl have drunk ; 
Lead me by Thy gracious hand, 
To stroll in Zion's happy land. 

Lead me to loved ones gone before me, 
Who in Heaven now adore Thee ; 
Lead me from dark woes and sorrow. 
So I may Christ's footsteps follow. 

Lead me to Thy footstool above, 
God of mercy, and God of love ; 
Lead me where Thou dost abide, 
And forever be my only guide. 



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HYMN. 

Lo ! from the clouds I hear a voice, 

Callhig for God s faithful tribes, 
To whom He gave a loving choice 

To study the inspired scribes. 

Let me be Thy choice, and give me aid 
To read Thy holy prophets of old ; 

To understand the pages Thou h^st made. 
To lead me to Thy secure fold. 

When weary of heart to them I turn, 

And consolation I'm sure to find ; 
I rise impressed, for there I learn, 

To love my God and fellow-kind. 

May I dwell in peace for evermore 

In shadow of Thy holy wing, 
And as a duty Thee adore, 

As to the cross I fondly cling-. 



HYMN. 



Almighty God, who hast revealed the end of man. 
For the olden prophets through Thee have said 

That in Thy divine wisdom Thou didst plan 
The glorious resurrection of the dead. 



I70 LYRICS OF THE UMPQUA. 

And when man's power beginneth to fail, 
Thou ever interposeth to make him strong ; 

Thine ear is attentive to list to tender tale, 
And loveth to hear the penitential song. 

Lord, fit us for Thy presence when we arise 

From the dark grave when the seventh trumpet blows. 

Let ministering angels attend us to the skies, 

When Christ under footstool tramples on His foes. 

The angel said, ''That time should be no longer, 

But all the kingdoms here should be Thine for ever- 
more. " 

We beseech that we in faith become more stronger 
So that we may Hve on thy celestial shore. 



HYMN. 



Why should we pine when God is good. 
To give us all we need below ? 

For Jesus shed his precious blood, 
And seeds of blessings He did sow. 

In vain regrets our lives are past, 

Tis time ill spent if we would think ; 

On Jesus let our hopes be cast, 
And never let our spirits sink. 



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When dark despair our senses steal, 
And nerveless is our body's frame, 

Oh, Jesus can our sorrows heal, 
If we call upon his Holy name. 

He loveth not to chide us here. 

He wishes all Kis children well ; 
He can banish all our fear. 

And vain pining can dispel. 

He can our souls to joy soon bring; 

He can lift our hearts on high, 
If we to Him our praises sing, 
And in our prayers humbly cry, 



HYMN. 



We reverence Thee, O God on high, 
As supreme Judge of this vile earth ; 

Our souls to Thee will now draw nigh, 
And worship Thee of heavenly worth. 

Thou delightest not in sacrifice alone, 
But that we should obey Thy will ; 

Thy great compassion to us shone. 
When Jesus died on Calvary's hill. 



172 LYRICS OF THE UMPQUA. 

For grace and guidance, Lord, we cry 
To Thee who sits on holy throne; 

Hear our voices in repentance sigh, 
And lowly and sin-stricken is the tone. 

Cast us not away from Thy omniscient sight I 
Shield us with Thy heavenly love ! 

Lord, we praise Thee day and night, 
Hoping to reach thy home above. 



HYMN. 

(Tune, ''Greenland's Icy Mountains.") 

From Umpqua s verdant mountains. 

From Coos Bay's glistening strand. 
From Cascade's rushing fountains. 

To Clatsop's far-famed land. 
Is told the ancient story 

Of how the Saviour died, 
Which fills our souls with glory, 

When He was crucified 

Come, come, ye sinners hoary, 

And listen to this theme, 
Of spikes and spears so gory, 

With blood flowing astream* 



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Waft, Chinook winds, the story. 

For His saints good tidings bring, 
Of Him who died in glory, 

Immanuel, God and King. 

Bring here the lamp of brightness 

That shines in every soul ; 
The young, the ag'd and sightless. 

For faith can make them whole. 

Tell the Indians of nature, 

That Messiah has them saved; 
He died for every creature, 

And the road to Heaven paved. 



HYMN. 



Thy ways, O Lord, are not our ways, 
For we know Thou art divine ; 

As on Thy wondrous works we gaze. 
We see beauty in each line. 

Thy ways, so different from earthly man, 

In wisdom exalted shine, 
We note the great universe's plan. 

That whirls through endless time. 



174 LYRICS OF THE UMPQUA. 

How grand Thy Heavens in boundless space, 

All so dazzling to behold ! 
And the planets in their annual race, 

Thy glorious works unfold. 

How vast the spheres that eternal roll 1 
Even our globe where seasons change. 

And man himself with ethereal soul. 
Thou mad'st the earth to range. 

Thy holy word Thou gavest to him, 

For his comfort and his guide ; 
That gift in memory can ne'er be dim^ 

For Thou art always by his side, 

Thy ways omnipotent are strange, 

To the feeble mind of man, 
Thy omniscient eye takes lofty range, 

Our transgressions e'er to scan. 



HYMN. 



We're going to the New Jerusalem, 
To the mansions of the blest ; 

Tis there we'll fondly hail them 
That have gone to eternal rest 



LYRICS OF THE UMPQUA. 175 

'Tis there we'll stray in glory- 
All through the paths of Heaven^ 

And tell our friends the story 
That God hath us forgiven. 

Well sing angelic anthems 

To God upon His throne, 
And wear a crown of diadems 

Gathered in the heavenly zone. 

There we'll meet but never part, 
But be linked in love s bright chain, 

When gladness will fill each heart. 
And vanished be all our pain. 

Our praises will sound in boundless space^ 

Which to God will echo loud; 
And there we'll see our Saviour s face 

Amongst the angelic crowd. 

We are bound for yonder holy site, 

Where sorrow flees away, 
And they that gave ''The widow s mite." 

Shall in bliss forever stay. 



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HYMN. 

There is a land we all would like to win, 

And enter in the portals of a heavenly sphere ; 

Where no false heart of man can ever enter in, 

And where God preserves his loving children dear. 

It is an abode of eternal bliss so goodly pure, 
Where the cherubim roam in everlasting delight, 

And aching hearts of men have found a sure cure, 
A balm for every wound, redeemed by God's might. 

A land of great purity unstained by worldly sin, 
Where chants the congregation of the holy saints. 

All that are truly penitent can freely enter in. 

Where cordiality and love in forgiveness them awaits. 

O let us henceforth try a godly life to lead, 

That yonder fair haven we may at last all reach. 
Where angel kindred are gone whose hearts here did 
bleed, 
Who'll show us the paths of Heaven and the will of 
God can teach. 

There we'll see our Creator who knew us from our 
birth, 
Sitting on His throne, passing judgment on us all ; 
For in His book is registered the sins weVe done on 
earth, 
And the names of the jus/ spirits heavenly angels call. 



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O Lord, wilt Thou have mercy and lead us to Thy stand; 

Take us to the regions of celestial holy light ; 
Take us, Thy dear children, and lead us by Thy hand, 

From this darksome world to Thy kingdom pure and 
bright. 



HYMN. 



A PRODIGAL I return from wandering 

To my Father, who looks with strained eyes ; 
To waywardness my soul is ever pandering ; 

For my return my anxious Father sighs. 

ni fall at His feet and penitent will cry 

'' O Father forgive Thy wilful son before Thee, 

And do Thou my soul forever sanctify. 

And in pity grant sweet succor unto me ! " 

My Father me then tenderly will raise. 
And clasp me to his holy bosom warm ; 

Alas ! He knoweth my prodigal wasteful ways, 
For all my sufferings He'll find a healing balm. 

Hell give me blessings from sweet Heaven ; 

He'll grant me the joys of this earth in store ; 
He'll say in his mercy Fm freely forgiven, 

As we fondly embrace to part no more. 



Ij8 LYRICS OF THE UMPQUA. 

I'll offer praises to him and ever sweetly sing, 
In chorus with the angels at his shrine, 

As to his footstool I sorrowfully bring 
My wandering feet from a foreign chme. 

While angels sing their anthems of great glee. 
The cherubim will fly around with radiant love ; 

A seat by His side my Father will give to me, 
At his love-feast in courts of joy above. 



HYMN. 



And shall I see my Saviour's face, 
When I leave this world of woe? 

Shall I be redeemed by His grace? 
And shall I to Heaven go ? 

I hope sincerely to merit His smile, 
And have all my sins forgiven ; 

Then Til be freed from worldly guile, 
And enter the gates of Heaven. 

ril seek Him while He may be found. 
And worship at His throne ; 

Then my heart will be made sound, 
And of more exalted tone. 



LYRICS OF THE UMPQUA. 175 

Prone as I am to wander away, 

From paths of virtue bright, 
Lord, let me not e'er go astray, 

But keep me in Thy sight 



HYMN. 



Lord, give me strength of mind and heart, 
To withstand sin's alluring ways, 

That I may steer clear of Satan's dart. 
And be happy all my days. 

Vm prone to turn aside from Thee, 
And apt from Thy commands to stray ; 

To Thy bosom I fain would flee, 
To be blest by angelic ray. 

Prostrate I pray at Thy shrine. 
And now in penitence I crave, 

O let Thy angels now combine 
To succor in need a sinful slave 1 

In hope I turn my pleading eye 
Heavenward to implore Thy aid ; 

Lord, heal my soul before I die, 
And I be laid in the darkly shade I 



l8o LYRICS OF THE UMPQUA. 

HYMN. 
Lord grant our correspondence with Thee may lead 

To blessings of purest grace, 
And that the sown grain of mustard seed 

Be means to lead us to Thy face ; 

And that our w^ords and acts correspond, 

And never to backslide from Thee, 
So that our spirits ne'er should despond, 

But we should ever cheerful be. 

When weVe depressed by vain desires, 

O let Thy spirit give us hope ! 
Quench the withering and blasting fires, 

When in blind sin w^e ever grope ; 

And ake us with our sinful loads 

To Thy throne so spotless whites- 
Cleanse our souls by Thy sacred codes 

That makes the sinners pure and bright. 
Lord, our trust is in Thy goodness now, 

To redeem us evermore ; 
To Thy holy will we humbly bow, 

And Thy name we all adore. 
In contrition our sins we feel, 

We ask Thy aid to set us free ; 
At Thy footstool we humbly kneel, 

And rest oiir hopes of peace on Thee. 



LYRICS OF THE UMPQUA. i8i 

HYMN. 

I THANK Thee, Lord, for favors sent, 

They are from Thy hand above ; 
For when my earthly hopes are spent, 

Thou sendst Heavenly love. 

For who so great as Thee my God, 

Who comprehendest all, 
And cheers me by Thy sacred word 

And lifts me when I fall ? 

Lord, how grateful I should be 

For all gifts bestowed here ; 
And now, upon my bended knee, 

My soul to Thee draws near. 

I praise Thee in Thy holy place, 

The place not made with hands, 
O grant that I the track may trace. 

To join the angel bands ! 



HYMN. 



Lo ! the Saviour's presence is round us ; 

We feel His influence, and grace ; 
Though sinners here, His love hath found us. 

For His spirit pervades all space. 



1 82 LYRICS OF THE UMPQUA. 

Like a magnet He's attractive, 

Closely twining round our hearts ; 

His omniscient eye is ever active. 
Searching out our hidden parts. 

Though we falter, yet He is near ; 

Though we go astray. He'll tind. 
Though we weep. He'll dry the tear ; 

Though sin-fetter'd, He'll unbind. 

Precious Saviour, we humbly crave Thee, 
That Thou wouldst chase our sins away ; 

For we adore Thy Father, who gave Thee, 
For our sakes, at crucifixion day. 



HYMN. 

GRATEFUL PRAISES. 

I HAVE a solace in Jesus' love. 
More precious than rubies fine ; 

That consolation comes from above, 
Tis hallowed and divine. 

What would be life w^ithout its aid. 
To cheer me on the way ? 

'Twould be like a cheerless shade 
Without a sunny ray. 



LYRICS OF THE UMPQUA. 183 

But gratitude I'll show to Him 

For all His love to me ; 
As age creeps on my eyes grow dim, 

Yet I will thankful be. 

His love for me hath oft been shown 

On stormy sea and land, 
When in despair and hope had flown 

IVe felt His saving hand. 

When battle raged midst deadly foes, 

His presence shielded me ; 
When sick and near unto death s throes. 

He set me from ailments free. 

When storms have dash'd my gallant barque, 

Like the flotsam on the wave, 
His outstretched arm at midnight dark. 

Hath been the One to save. 

And when perplexed by fellow man 

Perverse in all his ways, 
O, God, Thou thwarted his sinful plan, 

And vexed sore his days. 

For Thy mercies vouchsafed to me 

In gratitude I sing, 
To Thee in Thy eternity. 

My Saviour and my King. 



J 34 LYRICS OF THE UMPQUA. 



HYMN. 

We praise Thee, O Jehovah great, 
That rules over every nation's fate ; 
Thy great power supremely stands 
In celestial and terrestrial lands. 

From chaos Thou framed this earthly sphere, 
To Thee we owe our inheritance here; 
Without Thy aid we would as nothing be, 
So we offer our sincere praise to Thee. 

Let our prayers ascend to Thine holy ear, 
Grant us Thy favor from year to year ; 
And as time rolls on, guide us aright, 
Keep us ever in Thy holy sight. 

Lord, when we leave this vale of sin, 
Grant heavenly precincts we may win ; 
To reign with Thee to endless time. 
In Thy celestial home sublime. 

Let us see faces of loved ones gone, 
Whose kind spirits left us here forlorn ; 
Lord, join us together once more in love, 
To live in harmony and peace above. 



LYRICS OF THE UMPQUA. tSs 

To part no more ! To part no more ! 
But dwell together on Jordan's shore ; 
To part no more ! But live with Thee, 
O, God, in great immensity ! 



HYMN. 



Lord, when I give unto the poor 

Tm lending unto Thee ; 
In charity when I ope my door, 

I make sad sorrow flee. 

And when distress I see around ' 
Tis pleasure then to give ; 

When the poor a friend hath found/ 
Their blessings I receive. 

Thy bounties, Lord, to me are great 

So I will dispense in joy 
A part of my worldly estate, 

Then 'tis pleasure without alloy. 

If sinners come and ask a share, 
^ I will to them all dispense, 

jFor well I know that Thou wilt care 
Wh^n my 3QV1I shall go from hence. 



J 86 LYRICS OF THE UMPQUA. 

Lord, I'll make no distinction here, 
As Thou dost not up in Heaven ; 

For sinners here have naught to fear 
As by Christ we're all forgiven. 

If we will turn from our ways, 
And hallow God's holy name. 

He will accept our sincere praise, 
And free us from sin and shame. 



HYMN. 



Glory be to my Saviour dear, 

In memory of His name ! 
For by His blood my soul is clear, 

By Him redemption came. ! 

By His agony and bloody sweat 

My soul from sin is free ; 
I am secure from Satan's net, 

All from Calvary's tree. 

Isaiah's prophecy was fulfill'd * 

That Christ should die for all, 
When by centurion his blood was spilled. 

And He aloud to God did call. 



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LYRICS OF THE UMPQUA. 187 

No scepticism can e'er control 

Or shake my trust in Thee. 
By Thy Son's death we are made whole, 

And by faith and works we're free. 

Glory to Father and to Son, 

For the sacrifices given 
The seal of salvation is now done * 

Which secures the pass to Heaven. 



HYMN. 



Thy bounties, Lord, are freely given, 

Our happiness to secure ; 
Thou lookest down from Thy good Heaven, 

And tryest to make us pure. 

Born in sin, but by Christ's blood. 

We're renewed and sanctified ; 
For His enemies' malice He withstood 

As crucified He slowly died. 

Thy goodness endureth to the end. 

To all here who it deserve ; 
Thou dost to us great blessings send 

When we Thy word observe I 



LYRICS OF THE UMPQUA. 

Thou watchest infancy's career 

In all its fickle ways ; 
Maternal instincts Thou dost cheer, 
. When Thou sendest love-lit rays. 

And when to manhood's noble state 
Thou presentest Thy holy law, 

The high and low of whatever fate, 
In Thy precepts find no flaw. 

Pure and holy is Thy goodly plan, 
Thy promises are ne'er in vain, 

For Thou saidst in Thy original plan 
That the good shall Heaven attain. 



HYMN. 



We cannot cheat Thee, Lord above, 
Though we may constant try ; 

If in deceit our hearts are wove. 
Thou knowest the sinful lie. 

When darkness draws a shadowy veil. 
We hope Thou wilt not spy ; 

Yet the inward monitor tells the tale. 
In fear Thou shouldst be nigh. 



LYRICS OF THE UMPQUA. ig^ 

We cheat ourselves in deceiving Thee, 

Though subtle be the act ; 
And if we accept a sinful fee, 

Thou knowest every fact. ' 

Thy omniscient eye is o'er all, 

No matter where we be ; 
In humble cot or stately hall, 

Thine eye canst always see. 

What fools we are to spend our time 

In trying Thee to defraud ; 
We'll never reach Thy happy clime 

Unless truth guides us on the road. 

Lord, turn our hearts from lying sin ; 

Give us both strength and grace. 
That we Thy kingdom enter in 

When endeth this life's race. 



HYMN. 



When David wrote his songs of old. 
Inspired by good God above, 

He prayed for wisdom more than gold, 
And asked Him for His love. 



IQO LYRICS OF THE UMPQUA. 

He put his confidence in Thee, 

O good Lord of Paradise, 
And showed his great integrity, 

And heart so free from vice. 

He prayed his enemies to forgive 
As Thou hadst him forgiven, 

And asked that Thou his soul receive 
Into the realms of Heaven. 

And so now, O God, thy children here 
Ask Thee, as David sought. 

That Thou wouldst dry each pearly tear, 
For Christ our salvation wrought. 

And when we leave this earthly scene 
And our bodies are laid low, 

On Thee all our hopes now lean. 

That we shall hear Thy trumpet blow. 



HYMN. 
(for a child). 



God, my mother taught me oft 

To say my prayers to You, 
And now I cast my eyes aloft. 



A blessing for to sue. 



LYRICS OF THE UMPQUA. 191 

I ask you to make me very good, 

And my kind mother e'er obey, 
I trust you as Noah did in the flood 

When the ark drifted far away. ' 

I wish you. Lord, now good-night, 

As I retire to my rest. 
For I know that when I do aright 

Tis then you love me best. 

When I die, O will you take 

My soul up to sweet Heaven, 
For mother said, for Jesus' sake, 

My sins will be forgiven. 



HYMN. 



BETHEL. 

Lord, when high waves dash o'er the ship, 
And raging is the billowy sea, 

When yard-arms in the ocean dip, 
'Tis then, O God, we trust to thee. 

When scudding close-reef'd before the sea. 
And murky is the lowering sky. 

And heavily rolling to the lee, 
We feel that Thou art ever nigh. 



ig2 LYRICS OF THE UMPQUA. 

When the fcM-e-mast goes by the board, 
And lee-rail under, we roll along, 

The storm-sail strains its every cord, 
Yet still we sing our cheerful song. 

For we're sustained by Thee, great God, 
Who makes the stormy winds to rise. 

And canst calm them with Thy holy nod. 
From Thy haven beyond the skies. 

And when we're bounding with fine breeze 
With every stitch of canvas spread. 

When curling are the crested seas. 
We know Thou'rt looking out ahead. 

And if close haul'd with tightened sheet, 
And steering closely to wind's eye, 

As we to windward fain would beat. 
With a heavy list to leeward we lie. 

And in midnight watch with every stitch 
Of sail set aloft, from stem to stern, 

With majestic grace the ship will pitch, 
'Tis then to Thee our hearts will turn. 

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